Delete, Babe!
So here is my parody to the tune of Chappell Roan's "Good Luck, Babe!" Shoutout to the rhyming dictionary and a thesaurus, couldn't have done this without you.
This is what happens when you have a banger of an earworm in your head, insomnia, and you're mad about something. So here is my parody to the tune of Chappell Roan's "Good Luck, Babe!" Shoutout to the rhyming dictionary and a thesaurus, couldn't have done this without you.
Resigned, abused
Community Standards insist I'm still unbruised
My data, misused
With Bortposting, cats, and celebs keeping me amused
I cannot just up and leave
How I'm gonna spam these memes?
I'm gonna stave off FOMO with passive scrolling
Chorus:
You can cuss out bigots every hour
Install plugins and adblock, use a dummy email
You can state a fact or just defend yourself
AI moderators throw you in FB Jail
Delete, babe! (Delete!)
Just delete, babe! (Delete it!)
You gotta gray your name to restore the feeling
Delete, babe! (Delete!)
Just delete, babe! (Delete it!)
You gotta gray your name to return to meaning
Who gives, a fuck?
Everything is there though viewing what you want takes luck
We are trapped, with this muck
This shit don't help my depression, but our support network is stuck
Think I'll finally just leave
Even though I'll miss those memes
I just want true connection and stop this scrolling
(Chorus)
When you stay up with your phone through the hours of the night
With that glare in your eyes: cop blue with pound-six-F whites
And when you think about my sites, web two point oh
You flounder while I code, "I told you so"
I gave links to elsewhere, I told you so
I hate repeating myself, but: I told you so!
(Chorus)
You gotta gray your name to restore the feeling
You gotta gray your name to return to meaning
You gotta gray your name to restore the feeling
