I am sorry that the smoke always rises

From the bonfire in your house

There are so many rooms to grow

So I do not get in the way

Of the things you have to do today

This beer has solidified

On the chair in your living room

And I wonder why there is so much to do

Why cannot you

Make me some tea

Or give me a smile

For all the things today

That you must do

All the things

You