This is not a date
So what should we call this?
Your face on my screen
My face on your screen

Your phone is dying
And I'm dying too
I'm dying to touch you
I'm dying to be in the same room

We don't live far away
Might as well be thousands of miles
I'm startin' to love you
But what is a love that's online?

Your phone is dying
And i'm dying too
Dying to touch you
I'm dying to be in the same room

No, it's not right, but it's not my fault
You're the one who waited so long to call
You coulda hit me up before the world flipped
Then maybe right now, we wouldn't be simulatin' it

No way this is a date
My screen is not your face
I'm tired of holding ya
I'm tired of proppin' ya up

Your phone is dying
And i'm dying too
I'm dying to touch you
I'm dying to be in the same room

No, it's not right, but it's not my fault
You're the one who waited so long to call
You coulda hit me up before the world flipped
Then maybe right now, we wouldn't be simulatin' it
Really doin' it, doin' it wet

It easy to forget about the days of doin' it
All the smells, the taste (The taste) , yeah
the taste (Yeah, the taste)
Will I ever be in the place to get to know how you taste?

It's not right, but it's not my fault
You're the one who waited so long to call
You coulda hit me up before the world flipped
Then maybe right now, we wouldn't be simulatin' it
No, it's not right, but it's not my fault
You're the one who waited so long to call
You coulda hit me up before the world flipped
Then maybe right now, we wouldn't be simulatin' it
Really doin' it, doin' it wet