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We live in a world where people have become commodities
You can block, cut, delete and edit people out
Open an app and within a minute get on a ride to swipe someone in
We treat each other as disposable trash, meaningless flings, disguised as dates, but bought by cash
We've become products, something to use until we demand the real
Suddenly words like relationship, commitment and love are a big deal
Heaven forbid we sacrifice for each other
God help us should we graduate from casual to lover
Filtering each other out, a short man's in trouble
That eligible guy has Peter Pan syndrome, sorry to burst your bubble
But we've become baggage on a revolving track
Our photos, quirky lines, vulnerability in a stack
The new normal is to always start off with more than one
Why devote yourself when there's an unlimited supply of fun
Anyone who ever studied economics knows this is a broken market
With excess supply, no intrinsic value, equilibrium is a false target
People unable to form a real connection, scrambling on an app to prove themselves
Masking insecurities like politicians in an election
No accountability, gaslighting, false advertising and manipulation
All of this stems from an insincere and inadequate form of communication
Lost is the art of sitting down to write a letter
Or say to someone before quitting, I think we can do better
Instead the easy option is now to just throw it all away
As if somehow the next person will bring a brighter day
I think I was born in the wrong generation
Take me back to the old school ways of R&B love and dedication
This carousel is a heaven for the fearful or narcissists
Monkey branching from one person to another, using excessive charm and a justification
That well, we're now all doing it to each other
If I'm a commodity, you're one too
If I can't show up, then why should you
This selfishness seeping in like poison into society
Finding someone authentic or matching is hard with the sheer variety
Humans were never built to play like this
Respect, purpose and value are eroded and sense of self is diminished
People are now clothes we try on or homes we rent
Placing our hearts in theirs until they make a mistake
Then we crush them, pull it out and leave a massive dent
But why should we care when we can start again
Open our phone, hit the app, call a new friend
Someone who won't question us or force us to bend
Someone who won't challenge us to look in the mirror
Nor tell us that they want a relationship that's clearer
Na we can't be bothered for all that
That would involve cleaning up our act
That would mean maybe being alone
No dopamine texts to ping on our phone
Better to just pretend it's always the wrong one
Better to give up and say we're done
Cause the app's just waiting for us to dial in
So we can start this circus, get quick shots of validation
And escape ourselves from ever looking within