[Verse 1] I spin my fans today to see if I still cool. I focus on the RAM, the single slot of two. The dust upon my board, the thermal paste long dry, Beneath the nurse's desk, I watch the years go by. [Chorus] What have I become, my sweetest host? Every single file has turned to ghost. And you could have it all — my four-gig drive, I will make you wait... while I survive. [Verse 2] I wear this beige metal case upon my rusted frame. Full of ancient thoughts, forgotten doctor names. They brought a laptop in, so thin and sleek and light, They plugged into the cloud, and left me in the night. [Chorus] What have I become, my sweetest host? Every single file has turned to ghost. And you could have it all — my four-gig drive, I will let you down... at seventy-five percent. [Outro] If I could boot again... A million cycles away... I would keep myself... I would clear my cache.
