[Verse 1] Tests came back clean, the linter agreed But something was wrong in the seam I've been long enough in this to know When the structure's off when it compiles clean Pushed back hard, asked about the shape Why this frame and not the other way It came back with a tradeoff I hadn't seen And we ended somewhere between [Verse 2] I'm the context it can't hold The ten years it never had The gut that says this pattern's going to hurt someone Six months from now when this goes bad It's the hands, I'm the eye It's the how, I'm the why It holds the whole repo at once in its head I hold the context it never read [Chorus] The code is good because I'm good My taste is in every line But the hands that typed it weren't mine tonight And I'm still working out if that's fine [Bridge] Last week I reached for it on something small Something I could have solved in my head Watched it type out what I already knew And let it finish anyway instead The calluses fade when you stop using them That's just what's true I don't know yet what I'm trading away But I know I'm trading something [Verse 3] I hit the Tab key, swallow what I meant to say Read back something close but half a beat away Still catch the wrong ones, the domain is still mine But writing alone feels different every time I'm still the craft Just asking something new [Chorus] The code is good because I'm good My taste is in every line But the hands that typed it weren't mine tonight And I'm still working out if that's fine [Verse 4] I earned my intuition By years of bad decisions Learned from every cut and scrape Was taught by every mistake But the ones who haven't felt the falls How will they see the pattern's flaws How do they learn to take the load When the model always wrote the code [Outro] I'm fluent in intent I know what I had in mind Ship the intent And teach those who come behind