[[Verse 1] Her bio said “sunrise hikes,” my shirt says “coffee fights.” We meet by vision test, both late, queue breath smells like old regret. [Pre-Chorus] She laughs—“you catfish?” I say “maybe.” Printer burps like a sick baby. [Chorus] Tinder date at the D-M-V—romance in a dead AC, plastic chairs and destiny, swipe me with bureaucracy. If love’s a line, then take a seat; we flirt in fluorescent heat. [Post-Chorus] Ah—ah—ah—don’t blink—flash—photo—yikes. [Verse 2] Clerk says “next,” my soul says “why,” she hands me forms that multiply. Pen on chain tastes lemon mold, I sign away my better old. [Pre-Chorus] She whispers “shotgun wedding vibes?” I nod, choke down the waiting-room sighs. [Chorus] Tinder date at the D-M-V—romance with a number B, my heartbeat takes a Q-and-E, she taps my knee “you’re stuck with me.” If love’s a test, then read each line; we pass on second try, that’s fine. [Break / Build] (PA barks:) “B-forty-seven to window six.” (Whisper:) “Nuh-uh—that’s us.” Palms slick. [Drop] (Beat slams back; the counter answers.) [Verse 3] Eye chart swims like greasy rain, she spots a Z, I guess a train. We fail together, laugh too loud, a toddler judges, brutal crowd. [Bridge / Rap] Left step, right step—photo booth, mouth says cheese, teeth say truth. Flash paints pores like crater maps, we look like mugshots hugging snacks. [Verse 4] She dares me: “bathroom mirror kiss.” I rinse my face with paper hiss. Return to see our numbers called, we high-five fate—I’m gross, enthralled. [Double Chorus] Tinder date at the D-M-V—license to co-dependency, sticky floor divinity, ring me with a penalty. If love’s a fee, then swipe that card; we sign the moment, breathing hard. Tinder date at the D-M-V—romance in a dead AC, I tell the clerk “we met in line,” she stamps the day—now you are mine. [Tag / Outro] (PA:) “Please complete your survey.” We do—five stars—“smelled like forever.”
