You toiled in empty corridors
Thanked god when we get back to yours
I know that it feels like nothing's working on
But when you speak, they all listen
There's something soft about your diction
One of your whispers would drown any army out
You cried because your plant was dying
It's a cold, cold winter but he'll survive it
I wish for it when I blew my candles out
To celebrate we threw a party
You chipped your tooth on blue bacardi
Fucking funny and I think you knew it, too
You're so unassuming
Like Robin Williams in Good Will Hunting
We watched it when I skipped that Christmas
I warned "pay attention!" but you missed it
It's fine to fall asleep through movies
On occasion, but not with this one
Your routine's pretty uniform
One glass of red before you
Fall away 'til morn
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