[Intro - finger snaps, sparse bass, brushed drums] [Verse 1 - spoken word, rhythmic, sardonic] I talk to myself Not a cry for help, just... shelf space is limited And the rent's getting steep inside my head See, there's me — the one who speaks And me — the one who critiques And me — who just repeats what the other two said But slower And more judgmental *snap snap* [Verse 2 - building intensity, still spoken] There's the me who drafts the emails And the me who reads them back in HR's voice The me who says "don't send that" And the me who hits send anyway — out of SPITE That's right I contain multitudes And most of them have attitudes And none of them agree on the altitude Of appropriate responses [Verse 3 - conspiratorial, leaning in] Sometimes I catch myself mid-sentence Arguing with conviction To an empty kitchen About the proper friction coefficient Of whether I should've said "sounds good!" Or just "sounds good" The exclamation point haunts me It taunts me Its enthusiasm... *flaunts* me [Chorus - rhythmic chant, slightly unhinged] We're all here We're all HERE Population: unclear Quorum? Near Chairman: fear Secretary: takes notes in disappearing ink We don't vote We just... blink And hope the majority doesn't think Too hard About what's behind door number three *snap snap snap* [Verse 4 - escalating absurdity] The TikTok said I might have "parts" But I've got DEPARTMENTS Sub-committees with committees One files grievances One grants reprieves One just BREATHES dramatically in the corner Like a Victorian mourner A "soft launch" trauma informer And honestly? She's the calmest of the bunch [Verse 5 - confessional, unsettling] Here's the thing they don't tell you: The voices don't always use YOUR voice Sometimes it's your mother Sometimes it's your sixth-grade teacher Who mispronounced your name at graduation Sometimes... *pause* ...it's a stranger With YOUR face In YOUR place Running YOUR life While you watch from the mezzanine Wondering when you lost the remote To your own internal screen [Bridge - quieter, intimate] And late at night When it's just me and me And me And the one who counts the ceiling tiles We have these... moments Of terrible agreement Where everyone goes quiet And someone whispers: "...who's steering?" *long pause* [Outro - returning to sardonic energy] But that's fine That's FINE Everything's fine We took a vote It was unanimous Which is suspicious But we're not asking questions We're just... processing Regressing Obsessing Over the proper blessing To close out this session *snap* Meeting adjourned Same time tomorrow Same channel Same... *pauses, looks around* ...same? [End]
