The Lonely Mr. Blithe
His love died at forty five but in a brilliant mind he'll bring her back to life with circuits, codes, and time
He works so late into the night
A hard wired bolted design
Tonight at the finish line he flips the switch
She walks and talks alone
No more
His wish is her command
She cooks, cleans, sings but there's no warmth to find in her a cold false crude machine, nothing more
Four months in and she is wearing on him
She's a constant reminder of what he could never have
Now pull the cord
He works so late into the night
A hard wired bolted design
Tonight at the finish line he flips the switch
She walks and talks alone
No more
His wish is her command
She cooks, cleans, sings but there's no warmth to find in her a cold false crude machine, nothing more
Four months in and she is wearing on him
She's a constant reminder of what he could never have
Now pull the cord
Credits
Writer(s): Blanket Forts
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