I've got some baggage packed, I'll leave it on the baggage rack
I swear this shit's together, I'll unpack that whenever
I'm gonna start a job, I'm pretty tidy, not a slob
I'll love you forever, until we ghost or sever
So I'll swipe, swipe, swipe, late at night
Until I swipe, swipe right, once we get in a fight
We're through, baby you know it's you, and I don't know if it's true
So swipe, sparks fly, decide, and let them pass me by
I've got some issues out, and that's on me, I've published them in my indie zine
Conflict sells issues, heightens tension in the story
I'm a self published comic artist, a sapling in a big forest
Found a romantic interest, who uses Pinterest, but this connect missed
Miss For Your Information
So I'll swipe, swipe, swipe, late at night
Until I swipe, swipe right, once we get in a fight
We're through, baby you know it's you, and I don't know if it's true
So swipe, sparks fly, decide, and let them pass me by
I've got some baggage packed, now I'm taking flight
Fly through the air on a trapeze artist weekend overnight
When you're an aerialist, in an airborne pandemic, you wear a mask
You get regularly tested, and you don't get too invested in your circus tent
That's the aerialist artist's lament
So I'll swipe, swipe, swipe, late at night
Until I swipe, swipe right, once we get in a fight
We're through, baby you know it's you, and I don't know if it's true
So swipe, sparks fly, decide, and let them pass me by