[Verse 1] > spring loading... > maybe I'm already logged out > flowers spawn the same as last season > trees render max green, no patch needed > reality doesn’t need me, > and that’s kind of beautiful [Pre-Chorus] > *that feeling when* real joy actually hits > my death is a patch note nobody reads [Chorus] > if I die tomorrow > and spring drops the day after > I’m fine *logging off* tonight > *cron jobs* run when they run > the world stays *on-spec* even if I complain > it’s all real, it’s all right [Verse 2] > if it’s her time, she shows up on her time > that’s the rule, not a debate > I like when things are real and correct > and I would like it even if I didn’t like it *skill issue* > so if I fall right now, I’m still okay > everything real, everything right [Bridge] > you can play latin over my coffin > you can dance in circles too > after logout, preferences are null > permissions revoked, no settings to tweak [Chorus] > if I die tomorrow > and spring drops the day after > I’m fine logging off tonight > cron jobs run when they run > the world stays *on-spec* even if I complain > it’s all real, it’s all right [Outro] > *what* is, *when* it is, *is what it is* > it do be like that *the thread is closed*
