A Song Dedicated to the Memory of Stormy the Rabbit

For four fortnights I have fled from my fortress
 Foraging forests five footsteps in length
 Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles
 Flowing like flies from your face
 From your face
 And my neighborhood
 It's been filled brim with black cats
 And when I go driving they walk in my path all the time
 Every time
 First we were babies, we're birthing and dying
 Then we were children, we're playing and crying
 And then we're teenagers and smoking and fucking
 But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing
 And liking, mud larking, and licking our wounds
 We've created by lusting and lying to ourselves and to others
 We're sadly sighing
 We're sadly sighing
 We're sadly sighing
 We're sadly sighing
 And I'd like to be a big ball of meat
 That bees can buzz around and eat when I die
 So that I might be granted one sense of purpose