Brews and Bots

She lifts her glass (her glass) To absent cheers, a silent bond Oil and ale, different but kind Where humans jest (they jest) And droids just rest, they're intertwined Their stories mix in the smoky brine She'd pour two pints (two pints) One for her lips, one just to sit 'Cause her bot don't drink, no, it's not alive That machine she loves (she loves) With gears and bolts, it shares no toasts But she laughs and it's almost like it's by her side Down at Joe’s (at Joe’s) She pulls up a stool, no judgment there Folks raise brows, but she just smiles Just a girl and her bot (and her bot) In the neon glow, they find some peace One rusty heart, and one that never beats A toast to the stars (to the stars) Space ain't too far, with my bot by my side To the jukebox, we glide, play our old country song We two-steppin', it's right where we belong [Chorus] Oh, a beer with my bot (with my bot) No, he don't drink, but the company's prime Keep that glass full (stay full) While the jukebox hums, purring our tune Old memories flicker, in a machine's looking glass She winks at her bot (at her bot) And says 'One day you might just understand' The taste of a cold beer in a weathered hand