Pixelated hero on the screen
Dusty controller in my shaking hands
Princess Peach in need of rescuing
But the hero won't move

Like how you'd never make a move for me
As I bent over backwards for one fake smile
I tried to prove to you I'm worth something
A trophy earned at the end of the level you won

Constant need of validating, but maybe that was you
Or is it Princess Peach in her high tower, locked away?
Loomed over by boss king Bowser
Infiltrated by her Mario

She awaits when he'll come flying on the stars
The ones he coded into place
But still my controller won't even work
No one is going to come

Like how you never came to me
When I was crying, on the floor when I needed a hero
Lost at the final level, just like I always do, Peach left waiting
Me, with trusted controller covered in Cheeto dust

Living off crackers and down ten pounds,
Soaking into the couch like a sponge
Blanket covered in the stains of my tears
Why am I checking my phone?

For a text? Focus on the game
Focus on sitting alone in the basement
Not how you left me in search of replacement
You know, someone more like Princess Peach

A girl in a tower waiting to be rescued
Just so you can play another game
Beat the boss, then move on
Isn't that how you programmed it to work?

If only, I'd run to that hero in the screen
Drop the controller on my unwashed bed
Leave it to marinate in the Cheeto dust tear soup,
I hate that I wish you'd come back for me