Thermostat

Is it so strange, it’s trouble when the leaves change
It makes her cold
It makes her want to interact with strangers
Her fingers on the thermostat, taking off their coats and hats, 'How are you?'
I have no skills to bring this to a stop
Hugging’s not a dance move
Punching’s not allowed
I lost my night vision in a brawl
But in the morning the loss seemed very small
Huddle up with your boyfriend
Huddle up with your good friends who have sealed the windows
Removed the baby birds
And with one idea, took the static from your hair and the exit plan from out
between your bed and box springs
Is it so strange?
Am I so strange?
Will it make her want to interact with strangers?