It's 27 degrees
You wanna free up those sheets?
Our extremities
Frost bitten quite deep
Ly

I can't make my bed with you in it
I sorely wish that I could lie another minute
We can't have that, for fear you might leave my pocket
And once it starts there's not a lot that can stop it

I fail to find the thermostat
And I can't ask you where it's at
Because to rouse you from your sleep
Would disrupt a thing of beauty

Don't be shy
Pull the faceplate on the enclosure aside
You'll be a hero to this house
If you can banish the cold without

You should hear the things that I have read
The ease with which men end up in your bed
You work within such lax prerequisites
For fear of finding your bed desolate

I could care less what you do
It just reflects poorly upon you
You could care less what I say
But I swear you'll wake up alone someday

I am not alright