[Intro, Minimal cello drone, Lo-fi room sound] It’s my birthday, I guess No hat No streamers No one to clean up [Verse 1] Facebook said "memories" Dentist sent a smiley My job’s A.I. wrote: "Wishing you joy" — kindly [Verse 2, Quiet arrangement] No call from you No "hey man, how’ve you been?" But Dave from 7th grade Touched a soul to feel again [Pre-Chorus, Droning cello builds] They say I matter But not to them Just some fucking bot Wearing my skin [Chorus, Distorted acoustic strum] I'm not a push notification Not a goddamn ping Not your yearly obligation Or your ghosted little thing I want one voice, not data One breath that’s real, not thin I don’t need your fucking birthday Just someone to say: You exist [Verse 3, Whisper vocals, stripped bass] No candles, no wish No staged affection bliss Just me And this digital abyss [Bridge, Grungy cello swell] I don’t want your "thinking of you" Scripted, scheduled, faceless cue I want A fucking truth [Chorus, Raw and loud] I'm not a trend in your feed Not a slot in your queue Not a “touched someone today” Kind of ruse I want one soul to look and mean “You’re here, and I see you” Happy birthday, Human — not machine [Outro, Quiet cello fade, Reverb decay] No hat No streamers No lie Just me Still here Still alive [End]
