Thermostat
JOHN FLANSBURGH, JOHN LINNELL, JOHN C. FLANSBURGH, JOHN S. LINNELL
Is it so strange, it's trouble when the leaves change.
It makes her cold.
It makes her want to interact with strangers.
Her fingers on the thermostat, taking off their coats and hats, 'How are you?'
I have no skills to bring this to a stop.
Hugging's not a dance move.
Punching's not allowed.
I lost my night vision in a brawl.
But in the morning the loss seemed very small.
Huddle up with your boyfriend.
Huddle up with your good friends who have sealed the windows.
Removed the baby birds.
And with one idea,
Took the static from your hair and the exit plan from out between your bed and box springs.
Is it so strange?
Am I so strange?
Will it make her want to interact with strangers?