There is courage in the kitchen cupboards
I keep it there
For emergencies, you know
Some days I find my house too messy
I organize like it's a bad habit I'm trying to quell
The full moon outside knocks on the door and
I spit in his face
I can't help it
He just walks away after that
Sort of offended, I guess
And I want him to come back but
Then I figure he has somewhere to be anyway
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