*looking For Love In A Burning Cigarette Poem by Christopher's Dead

I lie awake in a bed that’s not mine
And wonder if this is what I was meant for
Reverting back to a childish musing
Of fantastic dreams and untamed affection
It was just like sex, only more of a game
Like checkers, or chess, or sex
Now I see the childhood swiftly away
And the more contrived the instances of life

We never forgot
Your bleeding heart
That wore me down
Your single cigarette
But now, distant
The manic face
Naked, you burn
A yearning contained
In me

I tried not to hurt
I tried not to lie
But it never works
If this was my fate
Then I would pretend
The weight of the world
The weight of the sky
Could rest in my hand
The more we partake
But it never works
It never works