The speed of sound in seawater

The coldest room in the house

The speed of sound in seawater
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

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