At your feet was a mouthpiece and nozzle

Fit for the gas spreading all through the house

And in a box at the end of the hallway

Wrapped up were valentines that I once gave to you

And I swear I did not know about the leak under the floor

Like a madman just waiting to take us

And kill us good

At our heads was a needlework pillow

Fit for the rest that we need so desperately

And out the windo was the obvious escape hatch

But we were busy dreaming, spending all our lottery