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” [Pre-Chorus] No error message No sudden alarm Just a gentle feeling That this might not be charm [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Pre-Chorus] You call it progress I call it delay We’re both correct Depending on the day [Chorus] 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 [Bridge] 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” [Verse 3] 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 [Pre-Chorus] No revelation No dramatic fall Just a small adjustment That explains it all [Chorus] 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 [Outro] 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
