Lonely Girl ft. Bodi Lyrics

She's an internet princess, cynical and senseless

Maniacally posting golden idols on Pinterest

Her interests pop! culture balloons

I watch her consume popular trends instead of minding my business

Usually I'd grimace behind closed doors

Disable her news feed and quit perusing her pictures

But tonight I'm bored of the normal eye-sores

With a face like hers I'm enacting forgiveness

I've got a case of "the Saturdays"

Funny how my patterns change from indifferent to listless

Expectations tend to gravitate from acceptable to sexual

Within a matter of seconds

A quality I live with, not something to live for

Getting all sprung like the Young and the Restless

I see a beauty that blissful, defying logistics

Suitably sinful once applying her lipstick

I tend to forget regretful, past experiences

And make decisions in haste, far too fast and furious

Tonight I'm lonely, combing the interwebs

So once at my wit's end I send her a friend request

When I first wrote this verse, I was 22

And grew up a little since then, who woulda knew

The twists and turns and bridges burned

And wishes that now sit in urns

We live and learn, I guess, but what I'm running from and running to

Are two different things - and you are the latter

Not something to climb on, like you're all that matters

Cause you are and you do

But I lost track of who

I was when we started, say a prayer for the departed

But don't mourn

We're all walking through this storm

Alone in the end, but we can keep each other warm

In the meantime and freeze time like tears in their tracks

And let go of squeezing on to fears in our past

I've taken you for granted, hope you know I didn't plan it

Grew a rose up through the granite, but the sewn seeds I planted

And the damage I've done to you and your path

Justifies why you said Kiss. My. Ass

Can't sleep, too distressed from social media overdose

Need get some rest but instead eating a Toblerone in bed

Chocolate covered sheets, I'm a mess

Damn this Y-chromosome and it's birds and bees overtones

How does she hold her own while I'm so obsessed?

We haven't even met, yet I invest so much time home alone

Deleting what I write, she's not even my type

I should be counting sheep instead of caressing this mobile phone

I've only known happiness when I leave the past to roam

All on its own and kept my eyes off of the greener grasses grown

No magic path or stepping stones atone for hearts I've torn to bits

Shorn the wolf, sheep clothing fits, resorted to recording this

Perhaps the moral of the story is: If its not glorious

Ensure your pride in morals outweighs acting discouraged, since

You never know, after a dime a dozen clicks

It'll redirect... "This profile doesn't exist"