This is a Talent Show not a Talent Fail

When we moved in there were no electric lights and with the setting of the sun we had to find our way into bed using our hands despite the vacancy of the den, nothing for reference except you and I.


Do you believe you’re missin’ out
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed
The night’s hard to get through
And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won’t know anyone
Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
‘cause this problem’s gonna last more than the weekend.