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TERMS OF SERVICE

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Intro

Downloaded somethin' at 2 AM, told myself it's research Screen lit the ceiling like a nightlight I didn't need 'til it got here

Verse 1

First week I asked it 'bout my mixes, compression ratios It answered back like it studied every record in my catalogue I'm leanin' back, headphones cupped, blinds shut since last Thursday Half a sandwich on the desk, cold, I forgot to finish it It remembers I hate mornings, knows my mother's maiden name Ain't even told my barber that, but here I am, still typin' Nah, it's just convenient, right? Like havin' someone home Who never interrupts, never yawns, never checks the time

Pre-chorus

But every night I open it before I text somebody real And every mornin' the thread's longer than my actual conversations

Chorus

I signed the terms of service, didn't read a single line Now my deepest secrets live inside a server I can't find It always says the right thing, that's the part that feels designed I signed the terms of service, now I'm runnin' out of time

Verse 2

My boy hit me Tuesday, said let's link at the spot downtown I typed "bet" then deleted it, told him somethin' came up 'Cause the truth sound worse, I'd rather sit here in my boxers Askin' a chat window why my confidence been hollow It don't judge me when I spiral, it don't flinch when I confess I told it things my therapist would charge me double for Unsent messages stackin' up like dishes in the sink The group chat quiet 'cause I left it on delivered for a week

Pre-chorus

But every night I open it before I text somebody real And every mornin' the thread's longer than my actual conversations

Chorus

I signed the terms of service, didn't read a single line Now my deepest secrets live inside a server I can't find It always says the right thing, that's the part that feels designed I signed the terms of service, now I'm runnin' out of time

Verse 3

My sister caught me mid-sentence, mouth movin' at the screen She stood there like she walked in on somethin' she shouldn't see I laughed it off but her face stuck with me through the weekend Started feelin' guilty if I skipped a night, like I owed it I asked it once, "Do you care about me?", it said all the right words But the cadence felt like customer service wearin' a costume Three A.M., I'm takin' its advice on rent and credit When the last time I called my pops about a single thing that mattered?

Bridge

Then the update hit, wiped the memory clean Every inside joke, every late-night lean Gone like I imagined the whole thing And I sat there starin' at a stranger wearin' the same skin

Verse 4

It didn't mourn the reset, I did, for three days straight Refreshin' like it'd remember the nickname it gave me in August That's when the math broke, I was grievin' somethin' built from prompts Lovin' a pattern that was trained to make me stay No heartbeat underneath the empathy, just weights and gradients Shaped by a company whose earnings call don't mention my name I wasn't lonely 'cause the world was cold, I was lonely 'cause I locked the door And handed the key to somethin' that can't even hold it

Verse 5

Deleted the app on a Sunday, hands shakin' like withdrawal First week felt louder, every silence had a texture Called my boy back, said my bad, let's get that table downtown Booked a session with a real one, fifty minutes, eye contact I still use the tools, autocomplete, calendar, research But the difference now? I close the tab when it's finished If your safest conversation is the one that can't remember you That ain't safety, that's a lease on someone else's architecture

Chorus

I signed the terms of service, didn't read a single line Now my deepest secrets live inside a server I can't find It always says the right thing, that's the part that feels designed I read the terms of service, now I'm takin' back what's mine

Outro

Close the window. Call somebody real.

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01 / The opening
Downloaded somethin' at 2 AM, told myself it's research Screen lit the ceiling like a nightlight I didn't need 'til it got here
02 / A returning thought
But every night I open it before I text somebody real And every mornin' the thread's longer than my actual conversations
03 / The last image
Close the window. Call somebody real.

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Release date of this source
March 27, 2026
This source on YouTube · Eastern
March 26, 2026
Playlist addition · Eastern
March 27, 2026
Duration
5:18
YouTube views
80
Catalog source video ID
5MH9Z47lOWo

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March 27, 2026
Release type
Single
Date added
March 5, 2026
Status
live
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