Thank you for the drink
My little robo butler
Vodka fueled hatered
It goes on and on
Stretches on to paradise
Stretches to my home
-or-
Can you please move it
Its just snow and its outside
Go get milk and bread
Darker without her
A little spark thats missing
But we still go on
One place in the world
The one I truly belong
Is inches from you
Its simple as that
Its standing defiantly
Complicated faith
Sleepycat is bored
With your filthy damn sassmouth
You fail. Move along.
This is beautiful
Doesnt feel like home at all
And yet, I'm still here
Victory is real
and unsung, unrecognized
But still, here we are
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