[Intro | 1980s tape memo setup | quiet acoustic guitar plucks] You said “I’m not a musician” And I sat there thinking Maybe I’m not either [Verse 1 | showa mid-baritone | smooth flowing melody] You said you’re a poet With a tool in your hands You write down a feeling And it comes out as sound I read it in silence On a late-night screen Like somebody said What I’d been thinking too [Pre-Chorus | smooth lyrical phrasing | raw acoustic guitar only] I spent half my life Trying to explain All the little worlds I kept inside my head [Chorus | simple and quiet | showa mid-baritone legato | close-mic] Before AI I needed a team And half my worlds Never came alive To get to the places I kept in my head Now I go there Every day And I don’t wanna go back No I don’t wanna go back [Verse 2 | 1980s mature male voice | clean chest resonance] I used to build games With meetings and plans Budgets on the table And a dream in my hands Every little world Had to learn how to wait And lose a little color Just to make it through the gate [Pre-Chorus | mid-toned nostalgic reflection | minimal guitar plucking] No one was the villain No one meant it that way But some dreams get smaller When too many people say “Maybe later” [Chorus | remaining quiet | pentatonic melodic contour whisper] Before AI I needed a team And half my worlds Never came alive To get to the places I kept in my head Now I go there Every day And I don’t wanna go back No I don’t wanna go back [Bridge | smooth mid-range whisper | honest mature J-folk delivery] I play them in the car My kid sings along And all those little worlds Aren’t only mine Aren’t only mine now Aren’t only mine Aren’t only mine now For the first time [Final Chorus | quiet release | smooth flowing legato trail] Before AI I needed a team And half my worlds Never came alive To get to the places I kept in my head Now I go there Every day I play them in the car My kid sings along The worlds inside my head Aren’t only mine anymore They aren’t only mine anymore They aren’t only mine anymore [Outro | showa baritone spoken-sung | guitar slowly stops plucking] Maybe I’m not a musician Maybe that’s alright I just love songs And tonight The worlds inside my head Sound alive [End | analog tape stop | absolute room silence]
