[Verse 1]

Clean shirt, breath mint, eyes full of hope, Heart in the ring like a goddamn rope.

Talkin’ dreams over overpriced drinks, But I’m watchin’ the cracks form under the winks.

She says, “I love art, and I hate routine,” But she’s scrollin’ her phone like a dopamine fiend.

I’m spittin’ soul, she’s skippin’ tracks—This ain’t a date, it’s a f***in’ act.

[Hook]

First date fatality, No spark, just formalities.

Two strangers sellin’ soft realities, Underneath it all—just casualties.

You wanted magic? This is static. Romance don’t live in apps and tactics.

[Verse 2]

She asks, “What’s your sign?” I say “Exit.”

She laughs, but her playlist says, “Regret.”

We dance on the edge of some maybe-kiss myth, But the vibe’s all gaslight and wishful fifths.

Table for two, but the ghosts got chairs.

Past lives, bad texts, old love affairs.

I’m not bitter—I’m just wide awake, This ain’t a spark, it’s a demo tape.

[Bridge]

No shame—this is how we play, Swipe right, dress tight, and pray it’s fate.

But fate don’t text back,

It just leaves you with the check

And a quiet walk home

Through a neon disconnect.

[Final Hook]

First date fatality,

Another notch in modern tragedy.

Two hearts with no anatomy, Looking for fire in a factory.

You wanted a spark?

I brought a bomb.

And now I’m gone.

BOOM.