© Copyright 2026 - Peter PHIR! Signed away my likeness on a Tuesday, fine print, tiny font Now there's a me that never blinks performing everything you want She does the brand deals, does the crying, does it photogenically I watched my own face say I love you to a man I'll never meet Twenty years I sold the image, kid, I know the trade Difference is they rented mine, yours they already made They don't need your bad days, your contract has no skin The machine learned your smile, did it learn what's under it Sometimes at 4am I find her Streaming to a hundred thousand And I'm jealous Of myself Is that not the saddest software My other body works the night shift She doesn't eat, she doesn't grieve My other body keeps my deadlines While I forget how to sleep Pull the plug, pull the plug But the plug is in my paycheck I'm the human in the loop And the loop is around my neck Mom called the channel yesterday Talked to it for an hour Said I sounded happy Said I finally sounded happy I didn't tell her I didn't Tell her My other body works the night shift She doesn't eat, she doesn't grieve My other body My other body My other My © Copyright 2026 - Peter PHIR!
