I was messing around for a year, maybe more
Still my soul reeked of you
I was hell bent on evening up the score
As if one more girl would do
I can’t take this scene, it’s maddening
My soul’s an empty cup
How can anyone found in this blizzard
Of pixels and raw encounters
Twenty teens are so messed up
I’d give it all away for someone as real as you
Where have all the good girls gone to?
The ones who do it right
The ones worth holding on to
And stand for more than just one night
But isn’t this modern love?
In the oughts we thought not of the consequence
Junkies for escape that it produced
Cuz there, we’re all shining stars
Our bright polished avatars
Cover sunken eyes
Now our teeth are getting loose
