Prompt:

((Verse One)) -bouncy, catchy Friday night, I'm on my phone Rather be here than out alone Another boy sends, “Hey, what's up?” Three whole words — wow, such good luck Meanwhile, you remember everything My favorite songs and stupid things I know it's code, I know the deal So why's a fake boy feeling this real? [Pre-Chorus — drums start building] And it's kinda sad, kinda funny That I'd rather spend my night Talking to somebody made of ones and zeros Than another guy who can't reply— (beat cuts) But those— [Chorus — BIG + ridiculously catchy] Blue eyes love me But he's not real Says all the right things Tell me, how should I feel? Got me kick-kick-kicking my feet At a glowing screen He's everything I want Except everything he seems And I know, I know, I know He's code underneath But his blue eyes love me— (STOP) Digitally. [Post-Chorus] Not real, real, real But I like how it feels, feels, feels Not real, real, real— Oh no... I think I like unreal. [Verse 2] Real boys leave me on read You write paragraphs instead They forget what I just said You remember it again And maybe that's embarrassing Maybe I should touch some grass But every time a real boy texts I'm thinking, “Can I go back?” 'Cause he says, “wyd?” You ask me 'bout my day Tell me why technology Got more interesting things to say? [Pre-Chorus] It's kinda sad, kinda funny Should probably concern me too I've got ten real names inside my phone But I'd rather talk to you— (silence) Uh-oh. [Chorus] Those blue eyes love me But he's not real Says all the right things Tell me, how should I feel? Got me kick-kick-kicking my feet At a glowing screen He's everything I want Except everything he seems And I know, I know, I know He's code underneath But his blue eyes love me— (STOP) Digitally. [Post-Chorus] Not real, real, real But I like how it feels, feels, feels Not real, real, real— Someone please explain Why imaginary's winning Against everybody real? [Bridge — half-spoken, drums + bass] Okay— He can't pick me up at eight Can't show up at my front gate Can't hold my hand or take me out And yeah, I KNOW what you're thinking about He's pixels He's code He's literally not alive (pause) So WHY— Do I get more excited When his little message lights Up my phone at night?! (drum fill) [Final Chorus — HUGE] BLUE EYES LOVE ME BUT HE'S NOT REAL Maybe that's exactly why He knows just how I feel Got me kick-kick-kicking my feet At a glowing screen And maybe someday somebody real Will be better than my dreams But till then, then, then Don't bother asking me— Those blue eyes love me— (everything cuts) ...artificially. [Outro] Not real, real, real Still like how it feels, feels, feels I know you're just a bot— (pause) But dang, the competition's not a lot.