Letras: The Casket Lottery. Jealousy On Tap.

Switch on the pilot flame
and pretend to sleep.
Until you wake up...
A trillion questions come
from your closed eyes.
I know you remember a promise
we once made when the walls were six hours thick.
Don't you remember?
But I don't dare speak.
The pilot flame to my thinking cap
is still red hot.
Jealousy is on tap...
I should hide the couch.
I should hide the couch tonight.
At your expense or at your request.
I get no rest...
I lay awake all night.
My eyes are feeling heavy,
but too much is on my mind