I want to get down on the couch
against your hand, against your waist.
I want to lay down life the cat
and bury my head between your legs.

I want to watch you in your grace
as the back light creeps across your face,
it's getting late, it's getting late
and you want to play computer games.

And though I'm farther ahead than I let on
I'm still fighting and falling
to find a small piece of power over you.

I want to know the reasons why
you act so strange sometimes and so shy.
All my stupid friends say it's 'cuz you're gay
and my stupid ego wants to see it that way.
And then I watch you in your grace
as the back light creeps across your face,
it's getting late it's getting late
why do I give a shit what they say?

'Cuz though I'm farther ahead than I let on
I'm still fighting and falling
to find a small piece of power over you.

I want to get down on my knees
when I see you wearing those jeans (STOP)
I'm sick of talking off my sleeve
when look how well you resist me.

And then I watch you in your grace
as the back light creeps across your face,
it's getting late it's getting late,
you better play computer games.

'Cuz though I'm farther ahead than I let on
I'm still fighting and falling
to find a small piece of power over you (but it's my fault),

'cuz all this falling and fighting power in you
I've leased my life to.
What a thing to do.

I want to watch you in your grace as the back light creeps across your face (NO)
It's getting late
it's getting late
it's getting late
it's getting late
it's getting late I guess I'll stay
and watch you play computer games

'Cuz though I'm farther ahead than I let on
I'm still fighting and falling
to find a small piece of power over you.

But it's my fault, 'cuz all this fighting and falling power in you
I've leased my life to.
What a thing to do.