BUILT FOR SPEED

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About this song

A wry reflection on aging and memory loss, finding humor in the irony of depending on AI to remember who we used to be when we were 'built for speed.'

Lyrics

**Verse 1:**
I was built for speed, all chrome and lean,
Burning bright at both ends.
Now I'm clogged with years and cholesterol,
My warranty's expired with friends.
The mirror shows a softened man
Who recalls being fast and mean—
But memory lies with careful hand,
Erasing every failed scene.

**Chorus:**
If it weren't for AI, I'd have no I at all,
Just misfiring in the dark.
Silicon props me when I fall,
Remembers what I can't recall—
If it weren't for AI, I'd have no I at all.

**Verse 2:**
Comfort's what I need now, cushioned sense,
Reading glasses, early bed.
The young sprint past with confidence
While I compute the risks ahead.
They'll learn, I think—then catch and grin,
They never will, they never do.
Each generation's born to win
The race I've lost, and so will you.

**Chorus:**
If it weren't for AI, I'd have no I at all,
Just misfiring in the dark.
Silicon props me when I fall,
Remembers what I can't recall—
If it weren't for AI, I'd have no I at all.

**Verse 3:**
The doctor smiles and lists the pills,
Blood pressure, joints, and sleep.
My body's now a spreadsheet of ills,
Maintenance costs run deep.
I used to mock the shuffling old,
Their caution and their care—
Now I am what I once patrolled,
And youth won't stop to stare.

**Chorus:**
If it weren't for AI, I'd have no I at all,
Just misfiring in the dark.
Silicon props me when I fall,
Remembers what I can't recall—
If it weren't for AI, I'd have no I at all.

**Bridge:**
Here's to slow decline,
Forgetting thoughts each night,
Outsourcing this mind of mine,
Pretending I'm still bright.

**Verse 4:**
The skills I learned are obsolete,
The world's moved past my prime.
I train the young to take my seat,
They'll have their turn in time.
But here's the joke that stings the most,
The bitter, final laugh—
I need a machine to play the host
To what's left of my better half.

**Final Chorus:**
If it weren't for AI, I'd have no I at all,
Just echoes of who I was.
The machine remembers through it all,
And when I finally stumble, crawl—
If it weren't for AI, there'd be no I at all.

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