Insta love has you flying-high with self-gratification,
And this world’s got you tricked into chasing a fake vacation;
You know, the one with the sunsets and the jungle swings,
Never knowing the emotional expense that the ‘gram life brings.
Bikini bodies, secluded beaches and that island life for ‘free’
You’re scrolling, asking why that Insta image ‘can’t be me?’
So you cash out on champagne seats at the front of the plane,
Counting economy passengers as the followers you think you’ll gain.
Boarding closed, luggage stowed and that chair reclined;
From the sky you’re smiling down at the life you left behind;
One day, one week, one month… to switch off from home,
Yet you spend it searching wifi signal for your phone.
You’ve mapped out new adventures and planned your exploration
To a grid of shots that’ll meet that social media expectation
Because you’ll have to share the stories of where you’ve been,
But the truth is, you’ve been travelling behind your screen.
Don’t they say a picture speaks a thousand words?
So you let your emoji-caption hide the absurd
Pressure to get that Insta-worthy holiday snap…
While you wave goodbye to moments you’ll never get back.
F*ck that, they’ll double tap, ignite that dopomine hit
and, once again, you’ll forget that the reality was shi*t
You’re back and you’re broke from #TravelLife in first-class
But at least you’re getting comments about your sun-kissed ass