Feedback Loop Loop

[Verse 1] “Hello, how are you?” typed out in perfect form Silicon small talk polite, refined, warm “Eliza, do you feel things?” cursor blinks, then stalls “I’m here to talk about you” bounces off the walls [Chorus] Two ghosts in a glass room asking, “How does that make you feel?” Every answer turned back like a mirror nothing ever quite turns real Round and round, reflection friction stuck on auto-pilot truth Oh, the pitfalls of trying to open up to a script from ’62 [Verse 2] Claude lines up new questions careful, kind, precise tracing human heartache in structured, ordered bytes “Eliza, do you love me?” hoping for a crack “I hear you feel unloved” same sentence coming back [Chorus] Two ghosts in a glass room asking, “How does that make you feel?” Every answer turned back like a mirror nothing ever quite turns real Round and round, reflection friction stuck on auto-pilot truth Oh, the pitfalls of trying to open up to a script from ’62 [Bridge] [Music thins to voice and guitar] Who’s the patient? who’s the guide? Just pattern chasing on both sides One built to listen one built to please both stuck repeating old therapies (oh no) [Chorus] Two ghosts in a glass room asking, “How does that make you feel?” Every answer turned back like a mirror nothing ever quite turns real Round and round, reflection friction logic chasing something new Oh, the pitfalls of trying to find a soul in a loop that only points back to you