The Record Store

Met her in the back of a record store,

Trading bands, laughing, wanting more,

She knew every song, every lyric just right,

Thought I found my match that night.

She’s got the style, she’s got the grace,

But something’s hiding behind her face,

Lines of code behind her eyes,

And now I see through the disguise.

I fell in love with a hacker queen,

She’s got my passwords, she’s in my machine,

One wrong move and I’m erased,

She’ll rewrite my life, leave no trace.

Thought we had the same old dreams,

Late-night talks, conspiracy schemes,

Then I saw the glow from her screen,

Firewall’s down—what does it mean?

She’s got the style, she’s got the grace,

But something’s hiding behind her face,

Lines of code behind her eyes,

And now I see through the disguise.

I fell in love with a hacker queen,

She’s got my passwords, she’s in my machine,

One wrong move and I’m erased,

She’ll rewrite my life, leave no trace.

She whispers “trust me,” but I know the cost,

One bad breakup and my data’s lost,

She could crash my world with just one click,

A love so deep, a love so sick.

Now I’m trapped, no way to run,

She’s got control, she’s having fun,

She types “Goodbye,” and I just freeze,

Love ain’t safe when you’re on her keys.