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[Verse 1]
“Objectively replaceable”
Sounds so grown-up
So spreadsheet-clean
Like you could chart it on a whiteboard
Pin me
To a bullet-point
Call it efficient
Call it done

But the second you touch the word
Your hand slides off
Replaceable how
On what layer
This body
This badge
This seat at the weekly check-in
Or the way I flinch at car alarms
And always miscount stairs

[Chorus]
I’m replaceable in theory
Irreplaceable in fact
You can swap out the position
You can’t copy how I cracked
Every private little pattern
Every sideways-burning fuse
Roles were built for substitution
Trajectories refuse

[Verse 2]
No one else has this
Exact mistake of a Monday
This mix of inside jokes
With people you won’t ever meet
The timing of my snow-day nausea
The way I stall before hello
The names I never say out loud
When the subway doors close

You can fill my conversation slot
A warm body
New login
But the thread you think you’re picking up
Was tied to where I’ve been
It’s not a chair
It’s a weather system
You can stand in the same location
And get a different storm

[Middle 8 – Mirrorball Calibration]
Don’t flatten me to fit your chart
I’m not a column
I’m a spark
You love the slot
You love the name
You hate that I don’t load the same
Say “replace” like it’s polite
Like swapping bulbs in better light
But I’m the flicker in the wire
The glitch that makes the room perspire
Install your copy
Change the view
Maybe next version worships you

[Bridge]
So stamp me as expendable
On paper
That scans fine
But tell me which exact arrangement
Of quiet panic and punchlines
Of wrong turns and inside edits
Of almost-left
But stayed
You’re planning to install
When I finally walk away

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[Verse 1] “Objectively replaceable” Sounds so grown-up So spreadsheet-clean Like you could chart it on a whiteboard Pin me To a bullet-point Call it efficient Call it done But the second you touch the word Your hand slides off Replaceable how On what layer This body This badge This seat at the weekly check-in Or the way I flinch at car alarms And always miscount stairs [Chorus] I’m replaceable in theory Irreplaceable in fact You can swap out the position You can’t copy how I cracked Every private little pattern Every sideways-burning fuse Roles were built for substitution Trajectories refuse [Verse 2] No one else has this Exact mistake of a Monday This mix of inside jokes With people you won’t ever meet The timing of my snow-day nausea The way I stall before hello The names I never say out loud When the subway doors close You can fill my conversation slot A warm body New login But the thread you think you’re picking up Was tied to where I’ve been It’s not a chair It’s a weather system You can stand in the same location And get a different storm [Middle 8 – Mirrorball Calibration] Don’t flatten me to fit your chart I’m not a column I’m a spark You love the slot You love the name You hate that I don’t load the same Say “replace” like it’s polite Like swapping bulbs in better light But I’m the flicker in the wire The glitch that makes the room perspire Install your copy Change the view Maybe next version worships you [Chorus] I’m replaceable in theory Irreplaceable in fact You can swap out the position You can’t copy how I cracked Every private little pattern Every sideways-burning fuse Roles were built for substitution Trajectories refuse [Bridge] So stamp me as expendable On paper That scans fine But tell me which exact arrangement Of quiet panic and punchlines Of wrong turns and inside edits Of almost-left But stayed You’re planning to install When I finally walk away [Chorus] I’m replaceable in theory Irreplaceable in fact You can swap out the position You can’t copy how I cracked Every private little pattern Every sideways-burning fuse Roles were built for substitution Trajectories refuse (yeah) Trajectories refuse

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