Every day, I wake up and I check on my twitter
I put a pic on my gram. I send a text to my sister

I take a look at my snaps to see what everybody’s doin
And I’m not ashamed of this—why? Cuz everybody’s doin it

And everything we do has you in it
Way before we were technologically fluent, it’s

hard to overstate your whole impact on the world
Like how it’s hard to make a phone call now or talk to a girl

In person. Cuz what are words if I can’t see the letters?
Why say “I love you” when I-L-Y-S-M is better

It’s more efficient. Way easier to type.
More cheeky non-committal in case we get in a fight

And I wouldn’t have this knowledge or be the way I am
If I hadn’t spent those early years on AIM

So you might be gone today. But you touched all of society
And you’ll live on forever in all my social anxiety

This isn’t goodbye
You’re just away from my computer for sometime.

On invisible, but all around me.

And even though I hate this part
The shout outs in the profile of my heart say

A I M…
gonna miss you

You took me from buddieless to Buddy Lists
Helped me cheat on tests so I could study less

Gave me the strength to talk to all those cool kids who
Made me nervous

Cuz confidence didn’t come too easily
To a little pudgy boy whose face was made too greasily

So I think the most important one of all of your lessons
was to separate the human from the online presence

Now, every time I’ve got the strength of a keyboard
And the shield of a screen writin’ anonymous retorts

I feel like a king, executing peasants I’ve never met
This anonymity that you gave me is heaven-sent

So yeah, you might be gone. But every time I tell a stranger online they’re wrong

There’s a little bit a you at my heartstrings pulley-ing
Cuz you’re gonna live forever in all of my cyber bullying

This isn’t goodbye
You’re just away from my computer for sometime.

On invisible, but all around me.

And even though I hate this part
The shout outs in the profile of my heart say

A I M…
gonna miss you

Every time I tweet, Every time I post
Every time that I text, Every time that I ghost

Every time I socially stalk someone
but then see ‘em in public and don’t really talk, come on

You made us the monsters we are/
Nobody else’ll fuck us up this much ‘cept maybe VR

But it’s not really your fault, the internet’s start was wild
And I’ll never forget that you made me a SmarterChild