Seven Blankets - A Weather

Seven blankets, aren’t enough

To keep two hundred draughts, from getting in one bed

I’m alright, or maybe will be if you wait a hundred days to go home

Clean up real nice

I’m sleeping straight through the night

These days

I’m

Dead to the the world

I’m sleeping straight, through the ice storm

Waking to another world

Where you don’t have, to leave the house

To go to work

Limited by stiffing and falling

And getting «no», shaking your head

And coming back inside

We

Can make a fire

We have enough food saved up for weeks

And just

Before the pipes froze

I ran the faucet, and filled the tub

A pair of losers all ???

A tooth that’s coming loose

A neck without a noose

A fire in the chute

The crinkle of

The newspaper lighting

Up

I know now it’s time for bringing back the world (???)

Because you were stung

Like we were cured by your distaste (???)

Two were trying to be true and forgiving