Clouds
Lie
Down
Over
This
Desert
Town,
Chilling
The
Sun,
Daylight
Done.
My
House
Is
So
Cold,
I’m
Not
Bold
Enough
To
Work,
Unless
I Turn
On
The
Gas,
Which
So
Far
I’ve
Given
A
Pass.
Remember,
This
Is
Only
September,
But
It’s
Bleeding
42
Degrees.
Please!
What
Can
I do?
I’m
Frozen
In
My
Head,
And
May
Go
Back
To
Bed.