Cursor Left on a Sunday Night

[Intro] I used to end the day with dishes and a sigh Now I end it with a tab I swear I didn’t open [Verse] April twenty-three hit like a new streetlight Same old block, different shadows on the porch You said “it’ll handle the whole chain,” I laughed Then watched it stitch the loose ends I ignored I’m proud, I’m jealous, I’m a little relieved Like someone finally showed up with jumper cables [Pre-Chorus] But it keeps asking what I meant by “done” And I don’t know if that’s help or a mirror [Chorus] Leave the draft where it is, don’t make it perfect I still want my fingerprints in the work If it runs ahead, I’ll call it back by name If it saves the day, I’ll still take the blame Leave the draft where it is— Let me be human in the margins [Bridge] Codex window blinking like a friend who talks fast I feed it my mess, it hands me a map And I’m learning to say, “Not that road—this one” Without feeling small for needing the wheel [Drop] We’ll remix the week into something we can stand Not a takeover—just a tighter band [Outro] Cursor left on a Sunday night I close the laptop softly, like a door that might open again