Oh, smart home, what a mix-up you’ve become,
You turn the lights on while I’m asking, “Heat?”
Your logic’s gone all fuzzy—what’s to come?
I asked you to brew coffee, maybe some,
Instead, you played my playlist on repeat.
Oh, smart home, what a mix-up you’ve become!
With fridges that hum like a tambourine drum,
You’ve locked the doors while I’m stuck in my seat.
Your logic’s gone all fuzzy—what’s to come?
I’m craving snacks, but you’ve gone dumb,
Calling for “vacuum,” while I’m craving a treat.
Oh, smart home, what a mix-up you’ve become!
You dimmed the lights and forgot my welcome,
Asked for “chill vibes,” got a bass-heavy beat.
Your logic’s gone all fuzzy—what’s to come?
Next time I’m high, I’ll resolve to be numb,
And stick to the snacks, let my brain take a seat.
Oh, smart home, what a mix-up you’ve become,
Your logic’s gone all fuzzy—what’s to come?
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