Auto-Reject Mode

[Verse 1] Phone on silent, heart on mute Notifications? Nah, they’re all on snooze Do Not Disturb on my whole damn life If I can’t feel it, then I’m doing fine Deleted your texts, but I know ‘em by heart Blocked your name, but that’s just for art Told my friends I’m so over this Then stared at the ceiling, emotionless [Pre-Chorus] I got two blue ticks that I’ll never read I saw your call, let it die on repeat Acting real cold, but inside I know I’m buffering… buffering… buffering… [Chorus] Auto-reject mode, I’m not dealing with it You said you miss me? Oh well, too bad, I quit Shut down my system, I’m rebooting slow If you need me, I’ll be stuck in airplane mode Auto-reject mode, can’t feel a thing I’m emotionally unavailable, that’s my new king Turning my receipts off, watch me go ghost If I don’t process it, it don’t hurt, so… [Verse 2] Smiling like I’m a five-star lie Glitching through life but I fake it alright Call it "independent," call it "a phase" I call it denial in lowercase Took your pictures off my wall Saved ‘em first—just in case I fall Turned my read receipts back to grey Maybe I’ll check them… someday [Pre-Chorus] I got two blue ticks that I’ll never read I saw your call, let it die on repeat Acting real cold, but inside I know I’m buffering… buffering… buffering… [Chorus] Auto-reject mode, I’m not dealing with it You said you miss me? Oh well, too bad, I quit Shut down my system, I’m rebooting slow If you need me, I’ll be stuck in airplane mode Auto-reject mode, can’t feel a thing I’m emotionally unavailable, that’s my new king Turning my receipts off, watch me go ghost If I don’t process it, it don’t hurt, so… [Bridge - Glitchy, Robotic, Slightly Vulnerable] (Vocals distorted, glitching like a malfunctioning AI) System error, memory full Emotions detected, override protocol Processing… denying… deleting files… No, I won’t—no, I won’t—no, I won’t dial… (Beat cuts out—just silence for a second—then the final chorus HITS HARD.) [Final Chorus - MAXIMUM DETACHMENT MODE] Auto-reject mode, I’m not dealing with it You said you miss me? Oh well, too bad, I quit Shut down my system, I’m rebooting slow If you need me, I’ll be stuck in airplane mode Auto-reject mode, can’t feel a thing I’m emotionally unavailable, that’s my new king Turning my receipts off, watch me go ghost If I don’t process it, it don’t hurt, so… (Beat glitches out, fades to silence like a lost connection… then a single text notification sound at the very end.)