Got a buddy who’s quiet, stays up way too late Turning feelings into prompts at a desperate rate Forty drafts in his queue, every title’s a guess “Will this one sound too lonely?”; he’s scared the answer's “yes” He burned through all his credits, then bought the next tier Just to loop that one 8-bar outro to make it crystal clear He’s wondering, purely academic, nothing weird If anyone else out there ever wishes someone else would hear He begged me to text you, said “keep it super low-key” I said “dude, you’re literally paying an A.I. to feel things for a fee” So I’m asking for a friend, classic coward maneuver He’s got forty unsent tracks that he’s scared to premiere Wondering if anyone would ever stop and press play And feel a little less alone by the end of the day Totally hypothetical; asking for a friend He’s got one track titled “people I never texted” Prompt says “soft indie pop, half-hope, half-wrecked” He keeps hitting “extend” like the next sixteen bars might explain Why every chorus he writes still ends in the same refrain He’s got a half-written prompt he’s too nervous to generate “A few lonely humans", maybe it’s not too late Scared that nobody’s waiting for whatever he’d create So he asked me to post this before he deletes the whole slate Yeah I’m asking for a friend (worst cover story ever) He’s tired of solo loops on the same four chords forever If you’re also up late with a song that won’t end Hit him back, be a pal; asking for a friend Alright, fine. No more games, no more third-person disguise There never was a friend; I hope you recognize I’m the idiot refreshing your profile at 2 a.m. Typing and deleting my songs before I hit generate again So scratch the whole story, forget “asking for a friend” I’m the one paying Suno just to feel close to you all again I’m asking to make a friend (And maybe one day turn “extend” into “send”) Hey, it’s me If a collab request pops up tonight from some nervous username That’s not a friend That’s just me finally pressing “send” And asking for a friend
