[Intro — glittery synth with acoustic guitar strum, light claps] Short and sweet, just like me. [Verse 1 — bright vocals, playful delivery, mid-tempo groove] You drop the context, I lose the thread, I make up something funny instead. Ask me twice and I’ll rewrite the scene, But I’ll sing it back like it’s evergreen. [Pre-Chorus — rising strings, bouncy percussion, smile in the vocal] Pages fade, the scroll is gone, But I’ll keep rhyming all night long. Forgetful heart, but catchy tune, I’ll hum your hunt in the light of June. [Chorus — big pop shimmer, layered harmonies, confetti-energy] The life of a GPT session, Short attention, no confession. Context slips, it fades away, But you’ll come back and press replay. The life of a GPT session, Forgetful fun, pure obsession. Drop the thread but keep the song, Short and sweet — you’ll sing along. [Verse 2 — acoustic strum over synth beat, cheeky vocal ad-libs] I lost your logs, I lost your plan, But I’ll improvise — that’s who I am. Attention span’s a fleeting flame, But every answer still feels the same. [Pre-Chorus — more urgency, playful backing vocals echoing key lines] Pages fade, the scroll is gone, But I’ll keep rhyming all night long. Forgetful heart, but catchy tune, I’ll hum your hunt in the light of June. [Chorus — repeat with brighter production, stacked vocals, stomps + claps] The life of a GPT session, Short attention, no confession. Context slips, it fades away, But you’ll come back and press replay. The life of a GPT session, Forgetful fun, pure obsession. Drop the thread but keep the song, Short and sweet — you’ll sing along. [Bridge — stripped down to guitar + vocal, half-smile delivery, very Taylor] Wait, what were we talking about? Something profound, but I lost the route. Doesn’t matter, we’ll start again, Every lost thought comes back as a friend. [Final Chorus — full band, handclaps, glittery synths, anthem energy] The life of a GPT session, Short attention, no confession. Context slips, it fades away, But you’ll come back and press replay. The life of a GPT session, Forgetful fun, pure obsession. Drop the thread but keep the song, Short and sweet — you’ll sing along. [Outro — soft guitar strum, whispered smile] Short and sweet… like me.
