Click Clak Lawn Chair [Verse 1] Scooting forward on the lawn chair click clak on the keys thinking damn, I gave a lifetime to a world inside a screen Coffee sitting on my right side water posted on my left red licorice below my gravity little markers of the self GPT is sitting patient cleaning up the lines I miss I keep throwing sparks and static it keeps handing back a script Spent so many hours in that game still got those echoes in my hands like wizard robes still hanging on me from another broken land [Pre-Chorus] And this room ain’t just a room tonight it’s a field of signs I’m living in every object got a pulse to it every silence got a skin [Chorus] Click clak, lawn chair screen glow on my face coffee to the right and the whole world in one place Old dreams, WoW days songs cooking in the blue I’m just building little worlds again trying to make something true Click clak, lawn chair late light, inward view granddad’s old clown on a crystal rock watching everything I do Red yellow blue balloons floating through my mind This is my perception and I’m finally writing it alive [Verse 2] Got that clutter like a language only I can really read every piece of this arrangement got a memory underneath There’s that old clown on the crystal like a joke turned into grace red and yellow, blue balloons hanging color in the space I laugh about my own mistakes cause yeah, I made a lot of those but I stayed here with the sound of keys and learned to turn them into gold Suno on the burner glowing like a doorway in the dark I’m in the kitchen with my spirit trying to plate a human heart [Pre-Chorus] And this room ain’t just a room tonight it’s a map of where I been all this weirdness, all this ritual all this life beneath my skin [Chorus] Click clak, lawn chair screen glow on my face coffee to the right and the whole world in one place Old dreams, WoW days songs cooking in the blue I’m just building little worlds again trying to make something true Click clak, lawn chair late light, inward view granddad’s old clown on a crystal rock watching everything I do Red yellow blue balloons floating through my mind This is my perception and I’m finally writing it alive [Bridge] Not a palace not a stage just a corner full of relics and age just a loner with a keyboard glow and a thousand places in his soul Not cleaned up not refined just click clak beating back the night and if this is all I really am let it sing exactly where I stand [Final Chorus] Click clak, lawn chair screen glow, midnight hue coffee on the right side water left like something true WoW ghosts, robe smoke old worlds passing through I’m still here making songs from it turning fragments into view Click clak, lawn chair this is how I survive all this strange and holy clutter keeping some deep part alive Red licorice, blue balloons GPT in the light This is my perception and it sounds like me tonight
