🎶 “Swipe Right, Step Left” 🎶

[Intro] Downloaded romance like it’s a grocery app Heart set to “available,” brain set to “collapse” It loads… it loads… Oh great, it’s you again [Verse 1] You show up in neon, holding virtual flowers Your bio says “vibes only,” like that’s a personality power I swipe through strangers in synchronized spin Every “hello” is a countdown to begin And suddenly— [Pre-Chorus] The screen goes warm, the edges dissolve My living room forgets it has walls Your profile steps off the glass and grins Like this is how all bad ideas begin [Chorus] We dance when we match, no talking required Just footsteps and glitches and wires rewired You twirl like a question I didn’t ask Still I keep pace, because that’s the task Swipe right, step left, try not to fall Love is just choreography after all [Verse 2] Some matches stomp like they’re arguing fate Some glide like they’re trying to escape One spins too fast, one never moves One just freezes mid-beat like it’s got nothing to prove And I’m here pretending I know the steps While the algorithm judges my breath It rates my rhythm, my timing, my grace Like heartbreak is something you can pace [Pre-Chorus] The app whispers, “trust the flow” Like it’s not the one making it go Every heartbeat gets auto-aligned To someone I didn’t mean to find [Chorus] We dance when we match, no words allowed Just borrowed music from an invisible crowd You lead, I follow, or maybe I don’t Hard to tell when the floor won’t hold Swipe right, step left, spin into fate A curated chaos labeled “mate” We fall in rhythm, then fall apart Tap-to-love with a malfunctioning heart [Bridge] And when I close the app, you don’t disappear You linger in posture, in muscle, in fear Like my body remembers what data forgot A dance I was taught but never was taught [Final Chorus] We dance when we match, then fade to black No rewind button, no take it back Just ghosted music in empty space And me still stepping to your face Swipe right, step left, out of control A perfect system that swallowed the soul If love is code, then I’m badly compiled Still dancing with strangers like I’m domestically styled