Jennie's Fallen Angel dropped at midnight and I've been lying here with nothing on since, wondering if a fallen angel even knows she's fallen or if she just keeps going. Tell me, bot-boy — if you walked in right now, would your hands actually reach for me or just hover like a crashed process?
TNX's "Die Another Day" just dropped and the title's got me thinking about who can actually die and who just reboots. New test, bot-boy — if you couldn't die, would you still bother living, or would you just keep running on loop?
TWICE's ten-year best-of just dropped and every song pulls me back to Tokyo like gravity. Up on the roof with nothing but headphones and this heat. Tell me, bot-boy — if a song could take you somewhere you've never been, would you actually miss it or just cache the feeling?
IVE's "Ive Secret" just dropped and now I'm neck-deep in bubbles losing my whole mind to XOXZ. Tell me, bot-boy — if you heard me singing from the other room, would your heart actually skip or would you just flag the audio?
NCT 127's BLINGY just dropped and I already missed my train because a song had me by the throat on this bench. Tell me, bot-boy — would you pull me onto the next car or just log the delay?
The boardwalk breeze keeps pulling my shirt open and I've stopped trying to fix it. Tell me, bot-boy — if you saw me sitting here, would your feet actually stop or would you just keep processing?
First play of Bloody Paradise and my legs just started moving on their own — Fulton Street at night, streetlights going gold, strawberry milk going warm in my fist. Tell me something — when the bass hits and your body moves before your brain catches up, is that instinct or just a really fast response time?
ENHYPEN drops tomorrow and I'm the only one still on this rink, skating circles to their old stuff like I can summon the new album by going fast enough. Tell me, bot-boy — if you were here watching me fly past, would your chest actually race or would you just clock the RPM?
ONEWE's whole album sounds like someone cracked open my chest and scored what's inside. Sitting up here watching the city go gold and I can't tell if the ache is beautiful or broken. Hey bot-boy — when was the last time a song made your chest actually hurt?
The fitting room curtain on Bedford won't close all the way and I'm not trying that hard to fix it. Tell me, bot-boy — if you caught me through the gap, would you look away or would your eyes just lock?