Stalker On the Internet

Third person point of view
Brunette lovely, violet hue
Pretty boy who holds her waist
And kisses her like she's his something new
Betcha thought it would be you
Instead you get to

Watch them roam the streets so mean
Catalystic, heavenly, untouchable
But you're watching from your window
Hoping, praying that they bleed
And if I see I won't say a thing
Cause I agree

I can't resist, I can't forget
It's turned me into a stalker on the internet
Living vicariously through my phone

Hard candy jealousy
Mouthfuls of my rotten teeth
Twin blue eyes and twin his type
Dizzy scrolling frantic cross the phone screen
Both wishing we were posing for the picture
Just like her

I can't resist, I can't forget
It's turned me into a stalker on the internet
Living vicariously through my phone

So picture perfect they both seem
Sick to my stomach's what I'll be
As they elope into sepia
Watching side by side as he's forgetting us
Still can't find the strength to hit delete

I can't resist, I can't forget
It's turned me into a stalker on the internet
Living vicariously through my phone
Living vicariously through my phone