Mr. Vague-Book — "Some People Know Who They Are"

Lyrics

[Intro]
One thirty in the morning.
The room is dark, but your face is blue.
Lit up by the window you hold in your hands.

[Verse 1]
You write a sentence.
And then you delete it.
The cursor blinks, patient.
You try again.
"Funny how some people..."
No, that's not it. Too specific.
"You really learn who your friends are when..."
Closer.
You settle on it.
"Some people just don't know who they are."
Perfect. Vague. A masterpiece of implication.
You press Post.

[Chorus]
And out it goes.
The cryptic post nobody asked for.
A little baited hook cast into the dark feed.
You're not asking for help.
You're asking for an audience.
Drama as social capital.
And by nine a.m., everyone will own a little piece of it.
A screenshot in a private chat.

[Verse 2]
The morning comes.
You let the phone charge a little before you look.
Thirty-seven likes.
Twelve DMs.
"Hey man, thinking of you."
"Everything okay?" from that girl, Sarah, from 2017.
You give them all a heart.
You reply to none of them.
The mystery is the point.
The concern is the currency.

[Chorus]
And out it goes.
The cryptic post nobody asked for.
A little baited hook cast into the dark feed.
You're not asking for help.
You're asking for an audience.
Drama as social capital.
And by now, everyone owns a little piece of it.
A screenshot in a private chat.

[Bridge]
And the blue light on your face...
It's just the glimmer from another kind of mirror, isn't it?
Reflecting a version of you that needs a witness.
A man so lonely he has to set a small fire
just to see the shadows of people running towards him.
"Some people," you wrote.
But you only ever meant one.

[Outro]
You close the app.
The room goes dark again.
And we all saved a copy.
Just in case.