Sorry, everyone. Fiona Bot is officially dead. I'm so glad you all enjoyed it.

The serendipity of a randomized tweet appearing at the perfect time was always my favorite part of watching the bot, and I find it so sweet that this was its goodbye.

So I'm gonna try to be still now Gonna renounce the mill a little while and If we had a double-king-sized bed We could move in it and I'd soon forget

So wait till I get him back Gonna bring him home and I'll watch him unpack Hey, keep turning that chin And you will see my face is fixed on the one I'm gonna get back

It may look like I'm concentrated On a very clear view But I'm as good as asleep I bet you didn't know

The rhyme is losing to the riddling Where's the turn? I don't want a home, I'd ruin that Home is where my habits have a habitat

And in its wake appeared the touch and call of a different breed

So put away that meat you’re selling 'Cause I do know what’s good for me

Everything good, I deem too good to be true Everything else is just a bore

I'll invade your demeanor And you'll yield to me like a scent in the breeze

I'm either so sick in the head I need to be bled dry to quit Or I just really used to love him Or I just really used to love him

I was feeding on the need for you to know me Devastated at the rate you fell below me What wasted unconditional love

But as it came down near, so did a weary tear I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag Hunger hurts

Or I just really used to love him I sure hope that's it I knew that to keep in touch Would do me deep in dutch

But I sure had fun, so I'm gonna fuck it up again I'm gonna do another detour Unpave my path

I just need to be reassured Do you just deal it out, or can you deal with all that I lay down? Please forgive me for my distance

I would've warned you, but really, what's the point?

When I'm gone like yesterday When I'm high like heaven

So I can't tonight, baby No, not baby anymore If I need you I'll just use your simple name Only kisses on the cheek from now on

Won't you go away, turn yourself in You're no good at confession