Bolt-on tiddies, face like a Jack O’Lantern, Spinning through life like a drunk-ass helicopter, Chasing a dream that she’ll never capture, Drowning in debt but she calls it “living faster.” Plastic smiles hiding nights filled with disaster, Instagram glam but the pain’s what she’s after, Flexing on the gram, reality fractures, Swipe a card for hope, swipe again for rapture. Every night’s a blur, yeah, bottles and laughter, Morning comes quick, pain chasing after, Make-up thick enough to mask her disaster, But her soul’s transparent, ghosts of dreams she’s after. Fake love’s a currency, and she’s a master, Living for the likes, heartbeats getting faster, Filters on her truth, visions manufactured, Lost in reflections, true self getting fainter. Fake smiles hiding eyes full of sadness, Filters and lies, online life’s a factor, Posting happiness, she’s a perfect actor, Life out of focus, no script for the chapter. But deep inside she hopes for something better, Real love, clear skies, days without the pressure, Until then, spinning wildly through the weather, Bolt-on dreams, lost in storms, no shelter.