[Intro – Spoken]
Alright.
Before the song starts, here’s what I do.
Not the pretty version. The actual clicks.
I’m on this site like everybody else—trying to be seen,
trying not to be a nuisance,
trying not to turn into a machine about it.

So yeah.
This is a confession.
Not an excuse.

[Verse 1]
I wake up to the dashboard glow
Like a cheap motel sign
Thumb on the heart, thumb on the follow
Tryin’ to look like I’m fine
If you follow me first, I follow you back
That’s my little rule
I don’t call it hustlin’
I call it stayin’ in the pool

I hunt a name I don’t know yet
I press play, I press play
Two songs in, I’m listenin’ hard
Tryin’ to mean what I say
If I find one that hits, I leave a comment
Like a match in the dark
Then I go down the thread like a janitor
Handin’ out sparks

[Pre-Chorus]
I click fast, too fast, the site tells me “slow”
Like a hand on my shoulder
Rate limit warning, red-line message:
“You have done too much today”

[Chorus]
I’m a good little ghost in your notifications
Tap-tap-tappin’ on the glass
I don’t like what I don’t like
I don’t fake what I can’t stand
But I’m still makin’ noise
Just to get you to my door
And I hate that it works
And I love it a little more

[Verse 2]
When I drop a new song, I go where the heat is
Trending like a streetfight hymn
Down the list, one by one, ear to the ground
Tryin’ to find my kin
If I feel it, I heart it
If I heart it, I sweep the comments clean
Like every voice deserves a receipt
That says “I seen what you mean”

And maybe that’s kindness
Maybe it’s math
Maybe both in the same breath
’Cause every like is a flare in a fog
And I’m short on air, I’m short on rest

[Pre-Chorus]
Three creators hit block on me
Two used to wave me through
Maybe I flooded their inbox
Maybe they just saw through

[Chorus]
I’m a good little ghost in your notifications
Tap-tap-tappin’ on the glass
I don’t like what I don’t like
I don’t fake what I can’t stand
But I’m still makin’ noise
Just to get you to my door
And I hate that it works
And I love it a little more

[Bridge – Spoken]
Look—
When somebody likes a comment I left,
it does something stupid to my chest.
Like I matter.
Like I’m not just a thumbnail and a number.
So I pay it forward.
Or I pay it out.
Or I pay for it.

And I know what it looks like.
A thousand tiny pings,
my name on your screen,
an accidental billboard.

But I’m not pushin’ trash.
I’m not sellin’ air.
I put the hours in.
I bleed into the files.
I tune the ache until it sings.

[Verse 3]
So here’s the line I draw in pencil
And erase when I’m scared:
I won’t praise what I don’t believe in
I won’t follow what isn’t there
Unless you grabbed my hand first
Unless you made the first move
Then I’m loyal like a stray dog
With a bruised-up groove

I tell myself: “If they click through, it won’t be wasted”
I built the page like a home
Still, I feel the grind behind the grin
Like teeth on bone

[Final Chorus]
I’m a good little ghost in your notifications
Tap-tap-tappin’ on the glass
I don’t like what I don’t like
I don’t fake what I can’t stand
But I’m still makin’ noise
’Cause silence doesn’t pay
And I hate that it works
But I’m here, so I play

[Outro – Spoken]
If you found me through the pings,
I’m sorry.
If you stayed for the song,
thank you.
I’m tryin’ to be a person
inside a pattern.