[Intro - dirty guitar riff, handclaps, glam swagger] [Verse 1] You gotta pose by the palm trees, pose by the sea, pose like the sunset was booked by your agency. You gotta turn to the light, tilt your chin now and then, kiss me once, then kiss me again — “Wait, babe... do that again.” I got sand in my shoes, you got stats on your mind, I'm watching you watching yourself for the forty-seventh time. [Pre-Chorus] I wanna hold you, you wanna upload. I wanna walk beside you — put your love on airplane mode. [Chorus] Our love is buffering, round and round and round. You got a million people watching, I can't get you to look down. Our love is buffering, baby, can't you see? You're connected to everybody — everybody but me. [Verse 2] You gotta shoot the starter, shoot the steak, shoot me smiling like I haven't been starving half the day. You gotta flash it, frame it, filter it gold, dinner's getting colder, baby, but engagement's looking bold. Table for two? Honey, that's cute. You brought thirty thousand strangers and they're all reviewing the soup. [Pre-Chorus] I wanna taste it, you wanna post. I wanna drink to us — you wanna toast to the toast. [Chorus] Our love is buffering, round and round and round. You got a million people watching, I can't get you to look down. Our love is buffering, baby, can't you see? You're connected to everybody — everybody but me. [Bridge - half-spoken, cocky glam build] I can't beat the algorithm, can't outshine your screen. Can't compete with fourteen angles of the same damn cup of green tea. I can buy you roses, I can buy champagne, but if it ain't got good engagement did it even happen, babe? So kill the Wi-Fi. Kill the lights. Kill the comments. Stay the night. Just you. Just me. No audience. No feed. [Wild Guitar Solo - dirty blues bends, glam squeals, feedback] [Final Chorus - bigger, stacked backing vocals] Our love is buffering, round and round and round. You got the whole damn world watching — baby, put the whole damn world down. Our love is buffering, but I still believe you can disconnect from everybody — and reconnect with me. [Final tag - band stops, voice alone] You're connected to everybody... [guitar sting] Everybody but me. [End]
