Wait, did you hear?
Check the feed, check the tags.
They’re talking again.
Shh...
Refresh the page, yeah the tea is lukewarm,
They saw ‘em in the studio and cooked up a storm.
Reddit detectives with the magnifying glass,
Trying to ship a couple that’s got zero pizzazz.
She’s making hits, he’s holding the pick,
But the fan-fic writers are making me sick.
It’s an Urban Legend, baby, it’s a reach,
Just a mentor moment, no need to preach.
Rumors flying high like a paper plane,
But there’s no fire, just a little bit of rain.
Stop the clicking, stop the scrolling,
It’s just music, keep it rolling!
Collaboration...
ain’t a relation.
Professionalism...
over speculation.
She shot it down.
Dead.
On.
Arrival.
I mean, can two people just tune a guitar without a wedding ring?
Log off.
Go touch some grass.
Bye.
