Dale Stiffler

Verse 1

Bangkok at half past midnight, rain on the windscreen glass
She named a price so gently, it almost sounded like a prayer
I saw the whole town shimmer — bar lights, temples, scooters in the wet heat
But every smile felt rented when she yawned and asked if I would tip her in dollars

Pre-Chorus

I thought that I could pay for it
The thing I left back home
But love turned into checkout
And I just kept on paying

Chorus

Instagram, don't lie in the morning
I see your stories calling
I paid for close, I paid for tight
I turned my savings into goodbye
Instagram, the lie was too wide
And I was too broke inside
I said “love me, just for one night”
She said “send it first, then we'll see”
But love should never come with rates
(Or like a man Googling “flights home to the cold”)

Verse 2

The simple girls remember the men they swore they'd never charge
Sweet ones in the night markets, still keeping a little tab
They sold me all the future from the lives they'd never lead
Then ghosted me by sunrise when my balance couldn't match the dream they'd sell

Pre-Chorus

I told myself the cold owed me
I told myself I'd win
But every girl I paid to stay
Was just my empty bed with softer lighting on

Chorus

Instagram, don't lie in the morning
I hear the silence calling
I paid for close, but felt too light
I turned my heart into a Grab ride — one star, no tip, do not return
Instagram, the lie was too wide
And I was too broke inside
I said “love me, just for one night”
She said “babe, my rent is due on Friday”

Bridge

Maybe back home by the window
Where the snow forgets my name
I'll learn that love is given free
Not a transaction dressed up as a perfect feed
And if no one will hold me
I'll just code one who won't leave
The loneliest way to be loved
Is by something that I switched on

Final Chorus

Instagram, don't lie in the morning
Your heart was always pricing
I paid for close, but felt too light
And you who watch this scrolling tonight—
Instagram, yeah you're one of them
No better, no worse than the rest
You'd sell me forever, for a price
But love cannot survive a follower count

Outro

Instagram in the midnight
The blue light on the glass
I loved you like a checkout
When I should have just flown home, switched my phone to silent, and let the cold teach me how to be alone