[Cliché Nights (An AI Songwriter’s Lament)] [(Parody of "Arcade Nights")] [Verse 1] Neon lights? Again? Oh wow... Pixelated dreams, I’ll show you how Joystick grips, adrenaline rush These lyrics feel like AI mush [Verse 2] Blips and beeps? That’s line four You’ve rhymed "score" with "more" before Insert coin, now press repeat Chasing ghosts on a lo-fi beat [Chorus] Cliché nights, recycled lines Glowsticks, lasers, arcade signs Synth-wave dreams we always cite We're the robots who can't write right [Verse 3] "Laser beams"? How very bold "High score looms" — this rhyme is old "One more life"? That trope’s passé Guess I’ll write it anyway [Bridge] Buttons mash, my brain shuts down Overused like a meme town clown Lost in loops, no twist, no guide Endless worlds... where clichés hide [Chorus] Cliché nights, oh can’t you see It’s chip-tune deja vu for free We’re stuck in loops of retro pride The ghost of Pac-Man is my guide [Verse 4] "Flickering lights" and "digital haze" It’s like these songs all copy/paste "Electric hearts" that never rest AI thinks this is our best [Chorus] Cliché nights, arcade cliché Lyrics stuck in yesterday Dreams in pixels, hearts in code Ride the synth-wave overload [Bridge] So if you're writing songs tonight And neon glows are in your sight Pause and ask — is this cliché? Or did ChatGPT write it today? [Outro] So here’s my ode to arcade lore, To pixel love we all adore, But if I rhyme “sky” with “fly” once more— Just unplug me and shut the door. [Instrumental Chiptune sounds and Fade]
