​Public Love, Private Loneliness

(HOOK)/ Public love, private lonely—/ I’m loud on your feed, dead quiet in my room./

(VERSE 1)/ They’re like, “You’re killing it!” and I’m like, “Haha, thanks 😇”/ flash goes off, I tilt my head like it’s a skill I learned in school./ Shots with strangers, arm around me, everyone smells like perfume + plans,/ I blow kisses at the cameras like it’s rent. (Because it is.)/ My name’s a little fire emoji in a thousand mouths,/ and I’m smiling so hard it almost counts as being held./

(HOOK)/ Public love, private lonely—/ I’m loud on your feed, dead quiet in my room./

(VERSE 2)/ Front door clicks. That’s the whole audience gone./ I stand in the hallway like, …so what now?/ Fridge light, cold grapes, the phone doing absolutely nothing./ I scroll people living life like it’s easy, like it’s air./ I try to shake the ache off—yeah, sometimes with my own hand—/ and it helps for a minute, then I’m right back where I started:/ wanted, technically… but not kept./

(HOOK — twist)/ Public love, private lonely—/ everybody wants a piece, nobody wants the whole me./