Screen Face

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 starting to love you But what is a Love that's online? 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 could've hit me up before the world Flipped Then maybe right now we wouldn't be Simulating it No way this is a date My screen is not your face I'm tired of holding you I'm tired of propping You up Your phone 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 could've hit me up before the world flipped Then maybe right now we wouldn't be simulating it Really doing it, doing it wet It's easy to Forget about the days of doing it All the Smells The taste Yeah, the taste Will I ever be in a 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 could've hit me up before the world flipped Then maybe right now we wouldn't be simulating it No, it's not right But it's not my fault You're the one who waited so long to call You could've hit me up before the world flipped Then maybe right now we wouldn't be simulating it Really doing it, doing it wet