From the album Instagram - Single
This is about scrolling yourself into a hole at 3 AM and realizing the app designed to connect you is the thing making you feel most alone. DEAN writes from inside the specific anxiety of comparing your messy interior life to everyone else's edited highlights, and the song refuses to offer an answer because there is not one.
I know tomorrow will come / But I can't put down my phone / Sleep has no intention of coming
DEAN sets up the trap immediately. He knows better, but he keeps scrolling anyway. The phone is not entertainment here, it is compulsion.
I didn't press like / Because it felt like I was the only one like this
The refusal to engage becomes its own kind of confession. Not clicking like is not staying neutral, it is admitting you feel left out of the life everyone else seems to be living.
There's a hole in my heart that can't be filled with anything / I'm sinking right now, inside this square ocean
The metaphor shifts from endless scroll to drowning. The feed is not a window, it is water filling your lungs. The screen dimensions become the shape of the trap.
The photos I pointlessly uploaded / No one knows the heart hidden behind them
DEAN turns the lens on himself. He is both the person feeling inadequate and the person performing adequacy for strangers. The cycle feeds itself.
Your short hair looked really pretty / I didn't press like / Because it seemed a little funny
He ends on an ex. The whole song has been circling this, the real reason he cannot sleep. Instagram is not the disease, it is just the delivery system for seeing someone move on without you.
DEAN does not solve anything here because scrolling at 3 AM does not get solved, it just ends when your phone dies or the sun comes up. The song understands that Instagram is less about connection and more about the specific pain of watching life happen to other people while yours stays stuck.