No, I don't have an answer
To all your lonely nights
But I know this ain't it
Swiping left right left right left right
This is what we've been reduced to
Give ourselves away for free
But it only soothes the symptoms
Temporary company
I'm so tired of sex in the city
Lonely people fucking indiscriminately
Moving fast moving on just as quickly
I'm so tired of imitation intimacy
This ain't no moral crusade
I really think that it would help
If you found happiness within you
Not inside someone else
You might say that I'm bitter
Might be correct as well
But I must pose the question
Are you happy ask yourself
I'm so tired of sex in the city
Lonely people fucking indiscriminately
Moving fast moving on just as quickly
I'm so tired of imitation intimacy
Now they're trying to figure out
Without being impolite
How to say they must be going
They got other plans tonight
They say "call when you get home
Cause that shit was really nice
We can do it anytime"
Maybe they will one or twice
But it wasn't love or lust
Just a Sunday afternoon
Where two lonely people met
And they licked each other's wounds
It's a self-sustaining cycle
Such a pitiful pursuit
I'm so tired of sex in the city
Lonely people fucking indiscriminately
Moving fast moving on just as quickly
I'm so tired of imitation intimacy
I'm so tired of sex in the city
Lonely people fucking indiscriminately
Moving fast moving on just as quickly
I'm so tired of imitation intimacy
