You store up resentment like a photoelectric cell
You soak up contentment like a packet of silica gel
So turn
Your
Face to the uninsulated wall
You keep cool in summer with your lining of styrofoam
You keep warm in winter in your climate-controllable dome
With the thermos you brought from home
So turn
Your
Face to the uninsulated wall and tell me you're not cold at all
We made our connection down the length of a tesla coil
Kept in by convection in a shroud of aluminum foil
Turn
Your
Face to the uninsulated wall
There might as well be none at all
The way the cold
Penetrates into
The hardwood floor
Of the room i shared with you
Left my electric blanket on
Draped over you while I was gone
But the house did not burn down
No the house did not burn down
Came home in the afternoon
Walked back to my room
The whole place
Smelled like a glue gun
I looked down at the bed
And I saw what you'd done
You were a puddle
On the bed
You were a puddle of flesh on the bed
You were an ice cold river on the bed
You were an ice cold river and I jumped in
You were an ice cold river
And I jumped in