[Spoken Intro] I cleared the weekend. Arch had plans for both of us. [Verse 1] Friday night, I cleared the calendar Saturday belonged to the bootloader Six cold coffees standing in a row A printed guide called “Things That Will Not Go” I made a plan for drivers, sound, and keys Then Oh-mah-chee said, “Already done. Next, please.” [Pre-Chorus] Hyprland tiled and the top bar shone My crisis playlist barely played one song [Chorus] I wanted Arch, not a second job Not a whole weekend reading Wi-Fi logs Oh-mah-chee said, “Sit down. You're done.” Working by breakfast, bragging by lunch [Verse 2] Suddenly I owned a Saturday again I could ship the thing I promised to my friends I opened the theme list for one quick review I changed the whole desktop before line two Tokyo Night, Rose Pine, Vantablack Three hours later I had circled right back [Pre-Chorus] The system worked and the top bar shone The only thing delaying me was me alone [Chorus] I wanted Arch, not a second job Not a whole weekend reading Wi-Fi logs Oh-mah-chee said, “Sit down. You're done.” Working by breakfast, bragging by lunch [Bridge] I came prepared to argue over every font and gap To spend a week improving someone else's map Then every default worked, which ruined my whole bit The hardest configuration was admitting it all fit [Final Chorus] I wanted Arch, not a second job Not a whole weekend reading Wi-Fi logs Oh-mah-chee said, “Sit down. You're done.” Working by breakfast, changing themes by lunch [Spoken Outro] I saved the weekend. I spent it choosing a wallpaper.
