"Two hours swiping. - Three bots, a dead catfish,- and someone asking for my credit score.- Unbelievable." It’s beginning to look a lot like fuck this, Everywhere I swipe; Take a look at the guy with trout, there isn't a single doubt, With gym-bro glass and unwashed mirror hype. It’s beginning to look a lot like fuck this, Love is just a chore; Now the trickiest sight to see is the group by the winery, Guessing who it's for. A six-foot-four financier with a billion fiscal year, Is the wish of Sarah and Jen; Girls who love the gym and won't settle for him, Is the dream of Bradley and Ben; And both are texting toxic exes late at night again! It’s beginning to look a lot like fuck this, Every chat I know; Had a talking stage going well, trapped in a texting hell, Till they ghost you cold and say they didn't know. It’s beginning to look a lot like fuck this; Time to do your part; And the prettiest sight to greet is the button marked "delete", Bless your single heart. "I'm adopting a house plant. At least if a cactus dies, it won't spend three weeks leaving me unread first."
