I hate that I'm
Addicted to the internet
It would have been
Nice in moderation
I know my time
Isn't best spent on the internet
But I can't look away
From how it knows me
Pretty young girl dancing on the screen
Has to write in her bio she's seventeen
'Cause the data will show the male thirty-year-olds
And their watch times will grow as she
Takes off her clothes on the feed
I think about it when I go to sleep
Internet's you and the internet's me
It knows what we want, and it gives what we need
We're to blame for our vapid, depraved interest schema
I am broken and searching for passion
But my brain still prefers the distractions
All the porn and the drama
The jokes and the trauma

I can't fucking help that I like it, and
I hate that I'm
Addicted to the internet
It would have been
Nice in moderation
I know my time
Isn't best spent on the internet
And the scariest part
Is how it knows me
I hate that I'm
Addicted to the internet
(To the internet)
And the scariest part
Is how it knows me