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 be found in this blizzard of pixels and raw encounters
The twenty-teens are so messed up
I'd give it all away
For something 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?
Isn't this modern love?
But isn't this modern love?
Isn't this modern love?
In the Aughts we thought not of the consequence
Junkies for escape that it produced
Cuz there, we're all shining stars
Bright polished avatars cover sunken eyes
Now our teeth are getting loose
I'd give it all away
For something 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
And stand for more than just one night
But isn't this modern love?
Isn't this modern love?
But isn't this modern love?
Isn't this modern love?