Dear Diary,
I am now completely bored out of my mind with worry and concern.
The days have become rotisserie, and the internet is a ruse -
A prison - and a narrow window for an endless attempt at perfection.
I have found Tinder to be a great distraction.
Yes, that digital pit of indifference towards romantic spectacle.
Yes, that find-and-f*ck phone application.
Well, I met a girl on there. There photos were fine,
But I got off more on the fact that something was happening
To fill the monotony of urban life below the poverty line.
We barely spoke - And I used to find such things appealing,
But that night it was only ghost-like and groundless.
I did what I could, but I was no fun. I have learned
I need to feel wanted in order to tap into my old debauchery -
A paradox indeed. I feel ashamed - The city had high hopes for my soul.
I shall not be doing it again.
Tinder Video (MV)
Performed By: L.A. Salami
Length: 1:28
Written by: CARL PETTER IMMANUEL GREVELIUS, LOOKMAN ADEKUNLE SALAMI
L.A. Salami - Tinder Lyrics
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Dear Diary,
I am now completely bored out of my mind with worry and concern.
The days have become rotisserie, and the internet is a ruse -
A prison - and a narrow window for an endless attempt at perfection.
I have found Tinder to be a great distraction.
Yes, that digital pit of indifference towards romantic spectacle.
Yes, that find-and-f*ck phone application.
Well, I met a girl on there. There photos were fine,
But I got off more on the fact that something was happening
To fill the monotony of urban life below the poverty line.
We barely spoke - And I used to find such things appealing,
But that night it was only ghost-like and groundless.
I did what I could, but I was no fun. I have learned
I need to feel wanted in order to tap into my old debauchery -
A paradox indeed. I feel ashamed - The city had high hopes for my soul.
I shall not be doing it again.
I am now completely bored out of my mind with worry and concern.
The days have become rotisserie, and the internet is a ruse -
A prison - and a narrow window for an endless attempt at perfection.
I have found Tinder to be a great distraction.
Yes, that digital pit of indifference towards romantic spectacle.
Yes, that find-and-f*ck phone application.
Well, I met a girl on there. There photos were fine,
But I got off more on the fact that something was happening
To fill the monotony of urban life below the poverty line.
We barely spoke - And I used to find such things appealing,
But that night it was only ghost-like and groundless.
I did what I could, but I was no fun. I have learned
I need to feel wanted in order to tap into my old debauchery -
A paradox indeed. I feel ashamed - The city had high hopes for my soul.
I shall not be doing it again.
Writer: CARL PETTER IMMANUEL GREVELIUS, LOOKMAN ADEKUNLE SALAMI
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Royalty Network