BAD OPTICS… look closer.” (Ayy.) I know your dog, your tea, your chair, I know your angle, brand of hair. Pay in likes for a rented stare, But you ain’t mine—you live up there. Post a sigh, I feel a storm, You sell me warmth in a neon form. I tip a heart, you tip a norm, We cuddle in a comment swarm. I touch the screen, it doesn’t touch back, I chase a ghost down a sponsored track. You love my eyes but not my lack, I’m just a view in your contact stack. Through the glass, I kiss a light, You own the day, I own the night. I want a name, you want a site, We close in views but outta sight. Wake to your smile, sleep to your lives, Time-stamp dreams with a push-note chime. Every confession monetized, Every goodbye gets optimized. I’m not a hater, I want you fed, Just don’t sell love from a hospital bed. If it ain’t sacred, let it rest, Not every tear is for a test. I touch the screen, it doesn’t touch back, I chase a ghost down a sponsored track. You love my eyes but not my lack, I’m just a view in your contact stack. Through the glass, I kiss a light, You own the day, I own the night. I want a name, you want a site, We close in views but outta sight. Turn it off! (Off!) Take a breath! (Breathe!) Hold a hand! (Now!) Not a feed! (Leave!) If the room is safe, then keep it small, Leave the lens outside the wall. Keep some beats no one saw, Let your life belong to y’all. Through the glass, I kiss a light, You own the day, I own the night. I want a name, you want a site, We close in views but outta sight. Love don’t need a ring light.
