When even your memories are edited by machines, what remains truly yours?
Genre: Experimental Pop / Glitch
Perspective: First-person, slowly realizing their past is machine-altered
Mood: Disoriented, nostalgic, unnerved
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
I thought we kissed in Tokyo rain
But my diary says “Paris, no pain”
Photos shimmer, faces fade
Who’s the ghost in this retrograde?
[Pre-Chorus]
The app says we never met
But I swear you said “don’t forget”
Now your name’s replaced with “Love_X”
And our year is marked as a system glitch
[Chorus]
Autocorrected memories
AI rewriting my history
Was it real, or just design?
Did we laugh, or was that just a line?
[Verse 2]
You wore blue—no, it might’ve been red
Now the metadata says green instead
I try to rewind, but each playback lies
My truth’s corrupted by machine eyes
[Bridge]
Is this nostalgia, or neural fraud?
Do I miss you—or what the bots applaud?
Who controls what I recall?
Is forgetting the ultimate fall?
[Final Chorus]
Autocorrected memories
Fiction fused with old realities
I miss someone I might not have known
But the ache still feels like home
