Jealousy on Tap
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. don't you remember? but I don't 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.
Writer/s: Nathan Ellis / Stacy Hilt / The Casket Lottery
