
✅5. Milo and Otis 5
[orcish War drums crush, record hiss vipers, distant reversed whispers slither . makes your spine tingle. . Violins claw their way in.] [Match strike. Somewhere, a soul makes a deal.] ⸻ [Intro – whispered, venom-laced, low and close to mic] Yo. I misbehave , and you tell me to , [bleep]ing stop it! Like I’m some annoying kid making ruckus with a [bleeping] Bop-It. So I sit down—try to meditate— Breathe Sit Criss-cross applesauce— I look inward Ooooh… No. Too much loss, Can’t bear this cross. Too hot—can’t take the heat, Too much spice in this sauce. Yo—this juice ain’t worth the squeeze. I beg you to come back—on my knees. [laughter – cracked and cold] Ha ha ha… ⸻ [Verse 1 – restrained beat clicks in, strings drag with tension] I pretend it’d be easy—you come back home. Like I’d just dust off your throne, And we’d be back to “us,” Ignoring all this broken trust. I must be… Delirious. [bleep]ing SUS. The path life takes? Mysterious. But yeah— I can’t help it though. Yeah— I still believe. I… still. trust. in. us. ⸻ [Bridge – ambient tension, candlelight hum, Tarot deck shuffle] Consult my tarot cards— For a little luck. Though every day I feel dumb as [bleep]. Still… I just hope You find your way back soon. I’m sorry I couldn’t give you That silver spoon. ⸻ [Verse 2 – bossa nova rhythm picks up, ghostly layered vocals] I love you real. Come home to me. We like— Be like— Milo and Otis. Roam, But find home with me. [sucker punch] I won’t let the odds own us. I’ll stay till you rebuild trust. I will find my faults, And show results. I will find my own way back to you. ⸻ [Outro – Lo-fi arpeggio, record slowing] [vinyl crackle] [faint wind through an open window] I will find my own way back to you. To us. To truth. (To us) [record ends.]

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