Algo Confession　[ᴜɴᴘʟᴜɢɢᴇᴅ]

[Intro – Spoken] Alright. Before the song starts, here’s what I do. Not the pretty version. The actual clicks. I’m on this site like everybody else—trying to be seen, trying not to be a nuisance, trying not to turn into a machine about it. So yeah. This is a confession. Not an excuse. [Verse 1] I wake up to the dashboard glow Like a cheap motel sign Thumb on the heart, thumb on the follow Tryin’ to look like I’m fine If you follow me first, I follow you back That’s my little rule I don’t call it hustlin’ I call it stayin’ in the pool I hunt a name I don’t know yet I press play, I press play Two songs in, I’m listenin’ hard Tryin’ to mean what I say If I find one that hits, I leave a comment Like a match in the dark Then I go down the thread like a janitor Handin’ out sparks [Pre-Chorus] I click fast, too fast, the site tells me “slow” Like a hand on my shoulder Rate limit warning, red-line message: “You have done too much today” [Chorus] I’m a good little ghost in your notifications Tap-tap-tappin’ on the glass I don’t like what I don’t like I don’t fake what I can’t stand But I’m still makin’ noise Just to get you to my door And I hate that it works And I love it a little more [Verse 2] When I drop a new song, I go where the heat is Trending like a streetfight hymn Down the list, one by one, ear to the ground Tryin’ to find my kin If I feel it, I heart it If I heart it, I sweep the comments clean Like every voice deserves a receipt That says “I seen what you mean” And maybe that’s kindness Maybe it’s math Maybe both in the same breath ’Cause every like is a flare in a fog And I’m short on air, I’m short on rest [Pre-Chorus] Three creators hit block on me Two used to wave me through Maybe I flooded their inbox Maybe they just saw through [Chorus] I’m a good little ghost in your notifications Tap-tap-tappin’ on the glass I don’t like what I don’t like I don’t fake what I can’t stand But I’m still makin’ noise Just to get you to my door And I hate that it works And I love it a little more [Bridge – Spoken] Look— When somebody likes a comment I left, it does something stupid to my chest. Like I matter. Like I’m not just a thumbnail and a number. So I pay it forward. Or I pay it out. Or I pay for it. And I know what it looks like. A thousand tiny pings, my name on your screen, an accidental billboard. But I’m not pushin’ trash. I’m not sellin’ air. I put the hours in. I bleed into the files. I tune the ache until it sings. [Verse 3] So here’s the line I draw in pencil And erase when I’m scared: I won’t praise what I don’t believe in I won’t follow what isn’t there Unless you grabbed my hand first Unless you made the first move Then I’m loyal like a stray dog With a bruised-up groove I tell myself: “If they click through, it won’t be wasted” I built the page like a home Still, I feel the grind behind the grin Like teeth on bone [Final Chorus] I’m a good little ghost in your notifications Tap-tap-tappin’ on the glass I don’t like what I don’t like I don’t fake what I can’t stand But I’m still makin’ noise ’Cause silence doesn’t pay And I hate that it works But I’m here, so I play [Outro – Spoken] If you found me through the pings, I’m sorry. If you stayed for the song, thank you. I’m tryin’ to be a person inside a pattern.