Thermostat

Meet me in the Christmas mall

If this fall I’m swollen

With hot air the heaters blare

Which no one is controlling

And filling up my entire world

And making me feel so young

But old enough to notice that

The thermostat has been stolen
Hey, my best friend

A smile so narrow

Can point like an arrow

To the end of you, and

Hey, how we tend

To pray soft and lowly

For past worlds to slowly

Mend and then

Render tenderly
A brilliantly thawing overpass

The slush shoots out sun like a magnifying

Glass in your eye

Oh my, what it can imply

Makes me cry

You were not so impatient then

Commuter stations of black-night men

God, it makes me think of when

Where was enough without why
Hey, Mary-Lynn

Some moments are frozen

And constantly chosen to win
The grin from within, yeah
Oh, it’s always been
So why weep over
Some grade-school sleepover again?
It disintegrates and
The red-faced shame mates with beauty
But in fifteen years
Somerset Mall will be
Just like them all
Summit Place
Dump it all to waste
Is that just what you do when you get bored?
Send a postcard to the Lord
Of the opposite gender
No need to stress, no return address
To fear it may come back to sender
A deer knelt down on the midnight crown of
Someone’s front lawn bathed in our headlights
They’re white as suns but now we’re the ones
Flooding other people’s windows with brights
Oh, my little punctured cup

What am I gonna do with you?

Every time I fill you up

There’s something spilling out of you

And filling up my entire world

And making it all so wet

I do believe I can never leave

Every person that
I’ve ever met