Pretty in pictures we send,
People we'll never see in person
Pretty words we don't say in person
A fantasy, a guile, and as immaterial as a dream
Pretty, pretty words, I've heard so oft before...
"I won't leave" "I'm not like that" "you're not annoying"
"It won't happen that way" "why not stay"
And every time the peach dream pops I run straight into another
And abandon what I've learned for the sake of the pride of another
And I feel just as fake as an otome game lead
When it gets too hard, select another lover, when I start to glitch,
Restart the game, because when I'm sick, dying, hospitalized
And I look around and see I'm still all alone,
At least I've got pretty pictures, pretty words, pretty lies
To look at on my phone.