Testo: The Casket Lottery. Softie.

You're so sweet to me
symptoms get me to sing
so high my eyes water.
When we're on the phone
I don't feel so alone.
I wait for next Sunday
when you'll call again
and make me sing falsetto.
You make my heart feel ten feet tall.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Then think of me.
Think of me