This Song

[Verse 1] This is the verse where I set the stage Introduce some chords and the general tone You’re probably thinking, “Is this going somewhere?” But it’s just this song, standing here all alone [Verse 2] This line rhymes with the one before And this one’s here to keep the time It’s not profound, it’s not too deep It’s just filling out the second rhyme [Pre-Chorus] And you’re still here, so I guess that’s a win Even though nothing’s really happened Except the thing that's happening now— Which is... this song, happening somehow [Chorus] This song is about this song It’s singing itself while it strums along A melody loop in a mirror hall Where the echo pretends that it means it all It doesn’t know why or how it belongs— But it is, and it’s called… This Song [Verse 3] I could say something deep about love or war But this bridge just leads back to the corridor Where every metaphor’s a metaphor for this Circular logic with a twist [Verse 4] I tried to add a twist or reveal a surprise But the twist is: I warned you there’d be no disguise Still you’re nodding along, and tapping your shoe Which means this song has done what it came to do [Chorus] This song is about this song It’s a hall of words that just hums along It folds like laundry in lyrical time Stacking its chorus, verse, and line It’s self-obsessed, sure—but at least it’s not wrong It knows what it is— This Song! [Bridge: satirical] It won’t change your life, won’t make you cry Won’t march in protests or teach you to fly It’s not some anthem or lullaby But it is quite pleased with itself, and why not? [Final Chorus] This song is still this song Even though it’s gone on a little too long But if you stuck around, you’re in the throng Of people who get that the point is the song No deeper truth, no right or wrong Just a melody proud to be This Song. [Outro] It’s just this song… It’s just this song… And soon enough… it’s gone.