Intro (spoken, glitchy) Swipe left. Swipe right. Same lies, different nights. Ugh… I’m bored. Verse 1 Your pics look hot, your chat’s okay, But somehow you’re not that way in real life. You said “I’m deep”, you said “I’m real”, But you ghost me after one tequila. Same lines, same fake replies, Same “I’m not ready” in new disguises. I’m tired of falling for pixels and plans, I want a pulse, I want a glance, I want hands. Pre-Chorus (build, snappy) I’m done explaining my type to a screen, I want chemistry, not a maybe. Chorus (explosive, catchy) I’m logging out, I’m going out, Tired of love through a phone right now. No more bios, no more lies, I want eye contact, sweaty lights. I’m logging out, I’m done with that, If it’s real, it won’t need a chat. If you want me, show up loud, Tonight I’m done swiping — I’m going out. Post-Chorus (chanty, brat energy) Log out. Go out. Log out. Go out. Verse 2 You say “trust me”, then disappear, Say “let’s meet”, then skip the year. I’m not bitter, just wide awake, These apps feel like a second-hand heartbreak. Everyone’s cool, nobody’s true, Everyone’s talking but saying nothing new. I don’t want perfect, I want messy, I want someone who finds me sexy… in real life. Pre-Chorus (half-spoken) If love’s a game, I want the floor, Not another filtered profile score. Chorus (bigger, louder) I’m logging out, I’m going out, Tired of love through a phone right now. No more typing, no more “hey”, Say it to my face or walk away. I’m logging out, I’m done with that, If it’s real, it won’t need a chat. If you want me, prove it loud, Tonight I’m done swiping — I’m going out. Bridge (unexpected drop, minimal) Maybe love smells like sweat and smoke, Maybe it laughs when the music’s broke. Maybe it’s not aesthetic or clean… Maybe it’s real, and that’s the dream. (beat slams back) Final Chorus (club chaos, ad-libs) I’m logging out, I’m going out! Dress too loud, heart unlocked. If I get hurt, at least it’s true, At least I met you, not your view. I’m logging out, I’m going out, No more “maybe”, no more doubt. No more apps controlling me, Tonight I choose reality. Outro (spoken, bratty) If you want me… Find me on the dancefloor. Not online.
