Mr. Recommends-A-Documentary-About-Whatever-You-Said

Lyrics

[Intro]
It was such a good conversation.
Sunlight on the table at The Daily Grind.
Third coffee.
And you said the simplest thing.
You just said… bread.

[Verse 1]
And I saw his eyes change.
Not listening anymore.
Searching the card catalog behind his forehead.
He pulled out his phone, thumbs moving fast.
Said, "Oh, you've got to see this."
But he never asked if you wanted to.
The screen lit up with his unsolicited syllabus.
Sent at 2:17 PM. On a Tuesday.

[Chorus]
He's Mr. Recommends-A-Documentary-About-Whatever-You-Said.
He's not in the room, he's in his link library.
Every quiet chat is a pop quiz you didn't study for.
He's not making a friend, he's just assigning homework.
Unsolicited curiosity.

[Verse 2]
Remember last week?
You asked to borrow a pencil.
Just a simple number two pencil.
He sent you a six-part podcast on the history of graphite.
Told you the episode on Faber-Castell was a game-changer.
You said you were tired.
He sent a white paper on circadian rhythms.
It feels like you can't just be, you have to be… optimized.
Corrected.

[Chorus]
He's Mr. Recommends-A-Documentary-About-Whatever-You-Said.
He's not in the room, he's in his link library.
Every quiet chat is a pop quiz you didn't study for.
He's not making a friend, he's just assigning homework.
Unsolicited curiosity.

[Bridge]
And I know he thinks he's helping.
Sharing the wealth of his magnificent brain.
But it's a quiet hum of disregard, isn't it?
He doesn't see a person.
He sees a curriculum that needs filling.
He doesn't hear a story.
He hears a keyword for the search bar in his soul.

[Outro]
So now you have three Netflix titles.
About sourdough starters and the global wheat trade.
You just wanted to talk about toast.
The kind your grandma used to make.
You archived the thread.