Mediocre Algorithmic First Date Lyrics

It was a mediocre algorithmic first date
Our opinions were the same enough for tea
He brought a story for me
Said he got it custom made
He asked if I could try on
The role he had his eye on

​And he was nice
So I was game
​As I struggled to remember his last name
​I'm treading time time time and wasting miles
​It might be nice to have a path to walk awhile
It might be nice to have a path to walk awhile

It was a mediocre too-familiar Story
It was all rivets, hinges, buckles, bolts and straps
It was heavy gilded armor
I held my breath to fit
Lovely but immobile, it pinched my skin all over

But he was nice
So I was game
​It was much too small for me, but if I work at it, maybe
​I stepped into his fairy tale and I acted nonchalant
​Thinking "I am just the crosshairs between you and what you want"
Thinking I am just the crosshairs
And it was fit for a princess, it was fit for a princess He spared no expenses, ho oh
It was fit for a princess all fit for a prince's investment, ho oh

And in time she grew tired of castles and courtiers and cross-stitch and croquet
And she nodded her head and she looked at her hands
And agreed and agreed and agreed with him
And agreed and agreed and agreed and agreed

Oh, and he loved how he loved how he loved her
And never looked under her armor again

But he was nice
So I was game
​As I thought, I might have written so much of this story the same
Oh -- there was a part of this I wanted so much for so long
​But when it isn't your story, when it isn't your song
​When it isn't your story when it isn't your song
When ​it isn't your story when it isn't your song
​When it isn't your story when it isn't your song

​even the good bits fit all wrong

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