Heater

The low hum of my heater The silent crash of fingers on your cellphone screen We're set up for success Usual YouTube party We can get anything that's free It's almost hilarious, it's almost pathetic How much I love you How much I need you to love me You got it for me for our first Christmas Knew how it'd comfort me And I knew I'd keep you around I usually run like a furnace Too hot to handle Still I love the warmth and sound So I am easy, and I am contented In the corner on the ground It's now 3:30, the world's my oyster And you've got work at 6AM Slither out the bedsheets, your steady snoring Covers the wild wave pool within And we can tag team, against the same enemies But we're never side by side In any sense Birthday cake for breakfast It feels empowering Like I make decisions well There's trash under the couch Smothered in the cushions But if you look straight ahead you can't tell And I need confidence, and I want catharsis So on the heater goes again