[Verse 1] You left your hoodie on my chair Caffeinated code in your handwriting Tabs open like a nervous prayer My heartbeat buffering Retrying You talk in frames per second Charts Explain the sun like it’s a script I nod along Memorizing Every glitch behind your lips [Chorus] I’m building worlds in my browser Backyard constellations spelled your name All these little loops getting louder Every pixel screaming I should stay If I press “run” will I lose you? Or finally see you in full view? Backyard constellations They know I’ve loved you in debug mode [Verse 2] You trace equations in the air Laugh when the chalk dust hits your glasses I watch your fingers draw a square Like you’re redrawing all my axes You say the future’s just a guess A thousand branching paths at dawn I almost say “choose me I’m best” But that line crashes on my tongue [Chorus] I’m building worlds in my browser Backyard constellations spelled your name All these little loops getting louder Every pixel screaming I should stay If I press “run” will I lose you? Or finally see you in full view? Backyard constellations They know I’ve loved you in debug mode [Bridge] [Soft filter sweep Drums drop to a heartbeat pulse] If I type it in a comment Will you ever scroll that far? Hidden text between the commas You and me Untangled stars [Chorus] I’m building worlds in my browser Backyard constellations spelled your name All these little loops getting louder Every pixel screaming I should stay If I press “run” will I lose you? Or finally see you in full view? Backyard constellations Don’t go I’ve loved you I’ve loved you In debug mode (oh) the variant in this exdcution flow, you're the very integer I always would underflow, undertow for I fuzz the landscape searching for your signature a magic constant to recognize your image, pure a series of bytes that only you could ever know to establish the canonical shape of which you expose your inputs and outputs a beauty truly affine to compose you know i love to curry your functions and build logic flows like capture some intuition of a process encoded in those procedural encodings of the computation disposed oh I built binary tree to catalog the throes of my passion probably would be better as a ring buffer, in real action but like many others, my knowledge suffers in this matter though I do have what is beyond a mere elementary smatter of familiarity with the mysterious ways you chatter setjmp I poke at your instruction pointer with gentle care wishing only to traverse the stack properly, no despair caressing and massaging that return address when necessary to align with that ret and then elevate past every adversary this is love oriented around return, programming my heart only you have the private key signing the soul of my art or at least that's what I would wish I could say was the case but some days it's not entirely unclear what silly waste im engaging in, amorously pursuing code paths anyways well they far more likely than any human woman to play nicely with the established methodology today maybe one day? ya know. but the simple truth remains I sought a partner for way too long with the old games and it led to undesirable and shitty realities, not just for me but whoever was folded in as a partner within my agency I feel like maybe now I have the hope to some day succeed in having a healthy and functional relationship, I believe... but I sure as shit ain't trying to find one now anyway just fuckin with some dirty bits and the shifts and flips they play
