The Casket Lottery. Jealousy on Tap. Zeneszám

switch on the pilot flame. and pretend to sleep, until you wake up...a trillion questions come from your closed eyes. i know you remember a promise we once made when the walls were 6 hours thick. dont you remember? but i dont dare speak. the pilot flame to my thinking cap is still red hot, jealousy is on tap...i should hide the couch, i should i hide the couch tonight. at your expense or at your request, i get no rest. i lay awake all night. my lungs are feeling heavy, too much is on my mind.