歌詞

I typed your name into the wrong machine

It answered politely, but not to me

The screen lit up like it understood

Something I never said but probably should

You were standing slightly out of sync

Half a second behind your own thoughts

I waved, you blinked, the moment passed

Filed away as “working as designed”

No error message

No sudden alarm

Just a gentle feeling

That this might not be charm

I’m not confused, I’m just rearranged

By a system that smiles while I’m being exchanged

Everything fits if you don’t look too close

I’m almost here, I’m almost supposed

There’s a man in a white suggestion

Telling jokes about cause and effect

He says, “Relax, it’s only feedback”

As the floor adjusts under my step

I tried to hum a familiar tune

But it came out straight and chrome

A melody with no opinion

Perfectly comfortable being alone

You call it progress

I call it delay

We’re both correct

Depending on the day

I’m not confused, I’m just rearranged

By a system that learns while I’m being trained

Everything works if you follow the sign

I’m almost yours, I’m almost mine

Static dances between the words

Not loud enough to complain

A tiny loop of borrowed sense

Repeating just to remain

I press the button marked “soul”

It responds with a neutral tone

“Thank you for your interest

Please enjoy what you already own”

We drive in circles shaped like plans

Past buildings named after feelings

“Trust,” “Tomorrow,” “Limited Time”

All permanently under renovation

You ask me if I’m having fun

I check the meter, it’s unclear

The needle shakes, then settles down

Somewhere between sincere and here

No revelation

No dramatic fall

Just a small adjustment

That explains it all

I’m not confused, I’m just rearranged

By invisible hands that insist they’re humane

Everything’s fine if you don’t resist

I’m almost real, I almost exist

If this is the future, please keep the receipt

I might need to return part of me

Not the voice, not the shape, not the name

Just the bit that still asks “why” the same way

The lights go down exactly on cue

The machine applauds, so I do too

Nothing ended, nothing began

It’s functioning perfectly

As planned