My mother tongue is Complain. My latest complaints all revolve around the fact that I’m in Napa.
Stuck in Napa. Sequestered in Napa. Imprisoned in Napa.
G(me)TFO of Napa.
Then Tony said “people spend their lives trying to live in napa”.
So I took a walk.
And I bought a cupcake.
Y’see I complain a lot because
I’m pinking of you.
I pink about you every day.
And I’ll be coming home to you as soon as I can, I swear.