I haven't moved from my bed
Since the beginning of the end
I guess I should lift myself out
Of the cyclical nature of doubt

I guess I should do some push-ups
Or something, send some follow-up
Emails that don't mean anything
Beyond their calculated greetings

I guess I should fix my posture
So that, in some way, I can procure
A friend, a lover, success, and ensure
That I can stand tall without being so sure

Maybe I should read a book, watch a movie
Discourage my brain from a slow atrophy
I could call up my friends and have a chat
But will this resume when the screen goes black?

Maybe I shouldn't do anything
No, don't think like that, there's a lot to achieve
But is there, really? I mean, really at all?
Because it seems that no matter what
I'm in perpetual free fall

Spirit, hear it
I've been wondering where you've been
Spirit, near it
I've been holding onto your faith
Spirit, peering
I've been tracing you onto my skin
Spirit, fear it
I've been calling but I'm afraid

As you and I collide
Will you sway by my side
And tell the world
A sweet, little lie?

Spirit, weary
I've been missing out on life's pleasures
Spirit, dearly
I've been losing all my feigned interest
Spirit, clearly
I've been trying to find some closure
Spirit, hear me
I've been placing in you my trust

As you and I collide
Will you confront my pride
And tell the world
A sweet, little lie?
As you and I collide
Will you collapse in time
And imbue the world with
A healing bind?

I met a nice guy online
Or should I say otherwise?
He lured me in with film references
And brought me to my knees in seconds
He had these lovely eyes
That pierced without a glisten
His hands were carved from marble
In perfect position
He brought me to his place
Held me in embrace
He yearned for my flesh
As a schoolboy yearns for ***

And all the while we slept
Our bodies left unkempt
He dreamt of you after
Last I checked

He called you in his sleep
And he reached out to me
Sequestered by his dreams
Not based in reality
Though his touch comforted me
It was meant for you
Not for me

All the while we slept
Our bodies left unkempt
He dreamt of you
While I just lay and wept
All the while we slept
His hands around my neck
He thought of you
As he finished on my chest