This is not a date
So what should we call this?
Your face on my screen
My face on your screen
Your phone is dying
And I'm dying too
I'm dying to touch yah
I'm dying to be in the same room
We don't live far away
But it will be thousands of miles
I'm starting to love you
The world is, love is all mine
Your phone is dying
And I'm dying too
I'm dying to touch you
I'm dying to be in the same room
No it's right, but it's not my fault
You're the one who waited so long to call
You could've hit me up before the world flipped
Maybe right now wouldn't simulating it
No way this is a date
My screen is not your face
I'm tired of holding it up
I'm tried of propping it up
Your phone is dying
And I'm dying too
I'm dying to touch you
I'm dying to be in the same room
No, it's right but it's not my fault
You're the one who waited so long to call
You could've hit me up before the world flipped
Maybe right now wouldn't simulating it
We would be doing it, doing it bad
It's easy to forget about the days of doing it, all the smells
The days (yeah the days), the day (yeah the days)
Will I ever be in a place to get to know how it tastes
No, it's not right but it's not my fault
You're the one who waited so long to call
You could've hit me up before the world flipped
Maybe right now wouldn't simulating it
No, it's not right but it's not my fault
You're the one who waited so long to call
You could've hit me up before the world flipped
Maybe right now wouldn't simulating it
We would be doing it, doing it bad