Virtual Love

Strung out
Like you knew I would be
Strung out like socks on the wall
Waiting to dry in the noon day sun
Waiting, waiting you never call

Its all been a waste, like kissing dead bones
Its all been a pocket of ashes
Which I thrust my hands into and walk down
The street asking for how nobody bashes
Nobody blinks an eye
Nor bats their lashes
Like I was in some kind of cell or cage
But it was nobody's business
Just a sign of the age
We fall in love
We turn over the page
SWIPE LEFT OR RIGHT
On the tinder match stage
And you're in or out of love
Before the website has saved
We have digital hearts
That amount to units
Your noughts and ones
Are in store
They're all countable quantities
Love is a statistical mean
You can estimate and account for
In a relationship
Just a little less or a little more
Just what the woman was asking for
And the man is some part of the score
Just a piece of the equation
To make up the sum
But it could be him or someone else
It could be a prince or a bum
Or it could be herself
That the variable, the factoring in the result
Is its always some poor fucker's
Left waiting on the shelf