Sleeping in the Gas Chamber
You breathe and sleep next to me
I smell rotten eggs, holy crap does that stink!
And I know it wasn’t me this time.
You said you were gassy… well, ya THINK?
How does that smell not wake you up?
Just like it did last time you made that foul breeze.
You’re probably dreaming about love but…
You didn’t cut it, you karate chopped the cheese!
My eyes are watery and bloodshot.
No sleep for me tonight I fear.
I love you very much but…
I’m dying over here!