[Intro]
The sky is burning outside the window, but I’m locked in right here.
Down to my last few minutes with you.
(Let’s go)

[Verse 1]
Market crashing, banks locking up the vault
Roommate tripping 'cause I sold his micro-wave and it's all my fault
Traded it off just for one last token to see them digital eyes
The whole grid failing, baby, but you still my ultimate prize
They dropping bombs downtown, but I’m just dropping this cash
Minutes ticking down, girl, before the servers crash.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Stacked Harmonies)
Timer counting down in the corner of my screen
You the baddest virtual queen that I ever seen
Hold on to the bandwidth, don't you let it fade
This the deepest connection that we ever made...
Oh, baby, stay with me!

[Chorus]
Give me that one last byte of love! (One last byte, girl!)
Before that midnight clock strike twelve! (Oh-oh!)
Had me spending all my savings on your avatar
My pixelated precious, thought you was my star!
Yeah, give me that one last byte of love! (Just hold on for me!)

[Verse 2]
[Sleek, Funky Guitar Lick]
Buffering spinning, now the chat is finally live
I’m pouring my soul out, just trying to survive
Telling you "I love you, Cherry-Chan, you make a brother float"
Then the server choke... and glitch on a note.
That beauty filter drop... the voice modulator die...
Who am I looking at? Can't believe my eyes.

[Bridge]
[Music slows down, Rhodes piano only]
Where my anime girl with the purple hair?
This drop dead ugly head staring in the neon glare...
Got a seventy-year-old grandma coughing in her chair!
Taking a drag from a cigarette, scratching on her vest
Looking at me like I'm a freak, completely unimpressed!
The clock hits twelve... the screen goes black...
(BEEP)
Connection lost. And I ain't getting that micro-wave back.

[Chorus]
[Explosive Dancefloor Beat Returns - Emotional Breakdown Vocals]
(Oh no! Why'd you do me like this?!)
Give me that one last byte of love! (I’m so broke, man!)
Past midnight and the clock struck twelve! (She was seventy-four!)
I spent my rent money on a cyber-scam
Look at the lonely, foolish man I am!

[Outro]
[Smooth Falsetto Crying]
I could've had a real girl...
A real, human shorty...
Instead I’m sitting in the dark, crying over Ma Xiu Ying...
She didn't even speak English, man!
She was just hitting a soundboard!
(Snappy claps fade out)
I ain't got no money left.
And no freakin' microwave.
(Funky bass pop)
[End]