Tonight We're Going to Party Like It's 1999
I have a friend who has a love of his life.
She is his internet wife.
She lives miles away,
and soon enough they’ll be together someday.
I ask, “You going to cross the nation
To fuck a figment of your imagination?”
My friend has an internet life
Where he met his internet wife-
and sometimes I think he’s a little bland
like my relations with my right hand.
It’s love/hate and masturbate,
so in the end I understand.
What,
Buttes.
She is his internet wife.
She lives miles away,
and soon enough they’ll be together someday.
I ask, “You going to cross the nation
To fuck a figment of your imagination?”
My friend has an internet life
Where he met his internet wife-
and sometimes I think he’s a little bland
like my relations with my right hand.
It’s love/hate and masturbate,
so in the end I understand.
What,
Buttes.