I lie awake in a bed that’s not mine br And wonder if this is what I was meant for br Reverting back to a childish musing br Of fantastic dreams and untamed affection br It was just like sex, only more of a game br Like checkers, or chess, or sex br Now I see the childhood swiftly away br And the more contrived the instances of life br br We never forgot br Your bleeding heart br That wore me down br Your single cigarette br But now, distant br The manic face br Naked, you burn br A yearning contained br In me br br I tried not to hurt br I tried not to lie br But it never works br If this was my fate br Then I would pretend br The weight of the world br The weight of the sky br Could rest in my hand br The more we partake br But it never works br It never worksbr br Christopher's Deadbr br