[Spoken: dry tone] (Most people quit right before it starts working. They call it pivoting. I call it flaking.) [Verse 1] Started out keen with a fire in my pitch But oh, what's this? I've got the niche switch twitch Tried yoga mats, then crypto stats Now I’m halfway through a dog treats app Every bump feels like a sign Maybe I’m just misaligned But deep down I know the glitch— It’s the bloody ol’ niche switch twitch [Pre-Chorus] [Spoken: sarcastic tone] (Mate, you’re not a multi-hyphenate, you’re distracted.) [Chorus] Stick with it, stitch by stitch Ride the drag, don’t scratch the itch Comfort kills, but grit makes rich Fight the flip—the niche switch twitch Hold your nerve, don’t bail, don’t glitch There’s gold beyond the ego pitch You’ll miss the mark if you always ditch So battle on—the niche switch twitch [Verse 2] Friends say, “Follow joy”—cute advice But joy don’t pay for beans and rice And every time it gets intense My brain invents a new pretense "Maybe I should teach guitar… Or build a mindfulness seminar" Nah, not till I cross that bridge— This is war with the niche switch twitch [Pre-Chorus] [Spoken: sardonic tone] “You’re not lost—just dodging the dull bits that build empires.” (Chorus) Stick with it, stitch by stitch Ride the drag, don’t scratch the itch Comfort kills, but grit makes rich Fight the flip—the niche switch twitch Hold your nerve, don’t bail, don’t glitch There’s gold beyond the ego pitch You’ll miss the mark if you always ditch So battle on—the niche switch twitch [Bridge] Late nights, same site, no dopamine hit No fireworks—just bit by bit That’s where the winners split from the rest They bore their way to brilliance [Breakdown – soft jazz piano, brushes] [Spoken: thoughtful] (You can’t contribute to the growth of others if you can’t sit still long enough to grow yourself.) [Final Chorus – big finish] Stick with it, stitch by stitch Ride the drag, don’t scratch the itch Comfort kills, but grit gets rich Fight the flip—the niche switch twitch Hold your nerve, don’t bail, don’t glitch There’s gold beyond the ego pitch If you wanna serve, gotta climb that ridge So battle on—the niche switch twitch [Outro – cheeky piano riff] [Spoken: wry tone] (Still twitching? Good. That means you’re close.)
