I’m In Love With the Version of You That

I’m In Love With the Version of You That Lives in My Phone Verse 1 I’m in love with the version of you that lives in my phone Not the bitch in the flesh with a heart like stone You look cute in the glow, all silk, no sin But off-screen you’re a knife with a smile pinned in Got your selfies lined up like a shrine to a snake Pretty face, fake grace, every promise a fake In my speakers you purr, in real life you hiss You’re a venom-laced mouth with a counterfeit kiss Pre-Chorus You look clean in a still frame Real life? You’re a damn stain All bite, no real shame Whole soul playing shell games Chorus I’m in love with the version of you that lives in my phone The one that don’t lie, don’t switch, don’t strip me to bone The one in the clips where you moan my name Not the one in real life playing spiteful games You’re a soft little angel when the image is paused But in person you’re chaos with your mask half-off Yeah, I know that it’s sick, yeah, I know that it’s wrong But your digital ghost does me better than you ever done Verse 2 You’re a high-res hell with a low-down soul Lipstick on a landmine, body cold as chrome Talk slick in a text, then go mute when it’s time Leave me reading between every crooked-ass line You’re a filtered-up fraud in a tight black dress Whole lotta temptation, not a shred of respect Got me kissing my screen like a fool, like a fiend While you sharpen your teeth somewhere off the feed Pre-Chorus You hit hard in a throwback Real touch? Nah, I don’t want that Cute face with a toe-tag Dead love in a cold chat Chorus I’m in love with the version of you that lives in my phone The one that stays sweet, stays still, leaves my nerves alone The one in the photos with bedroom eyes Not the one who gets off on twisting knives You’re a saint in the frame, but a snake when you speak Got a halo online and a devil underneath Yeah, I know that it’s sick, yeah, I know that it’s wrong But your fake-ass version is the only one I want Bridge You’re a crop job queen, little glamorized glitch Whole personality built like a catfish bitch You sell soft-focus lust, then deliver decay Got me hooked on a highlight that dies in the day I don’t love you, I love what the camera conceals ’Cause the real you’s a riot, and the fake one heals Funny how your best side lives under glass While the rest of you burns every bridge you pass Breakdown Yeah, send one more pic Do your soft-core trick Give me that lie with the neon drip That pout, that stare, that edited fix You’re only lovable cut into clips Off-camera, you’re cruel for kicks On-camera, pure sex and myth Two-faced muse with a death wish Final Chorus I’m in love with the version of you that lives in my phone The one that don’t cheat, don’t sneer, don’t turn me to stone The one in the archive, frozen and hot Not the one in the room who becomes what she’s not So stay in the glass, stay trapped in the code Stay pretty and silent where I can control Yeah, I know that it’s dark, yeah, I know that it’s wrong But your dead little avatar’s where you belong Outro You look best when you’re muted Best when you’re shot, then looped Best when you’re touched, not speaking Best when your mask ain’t leaking I’m in love, yeah it’s true Just not with the real you Only the version that lives in my phone Could make poison feel this smooth