Seth was sitting on his bed and listening to random music. He was beyond caring… He was possibly stoned. Yes, maybe that's it. Yes. That will explain why he's talking to the stereo. Yes, and then he hears a voice behind him. w/ suggestive comments. Excitement.

I broke into your house last night

And left a note at your bedside

"Wow… What a stalker… And the person who he's singing to didn't even notice? How oblivious is that…"

I'm far too shy to speak to you at school

"Aww, ain't that sweet!"

You leave me numb and I don't know why

-coughs- "Didn't you take sex ed in 7th grade? Maybe looking at some porn would help."

I find it easier to sit and stare

"Aww, stalking tendencies again?... Wait, that's what I do!"
"Yes, you do Seth…"
"Huh? Who said that?"
"You know, you can just turn around and look."
"But I'm too lazy…"

Than push my limbs out towards you right

"Oh, sexy!"
"Yes, it is…"
"Woah! Who are you!?"
"You are stoned, aren't you?"
"Yep… Don't tell Ryan"

My heart is bursting in your perfect eyes

As blue as oceans and as pure as skies

"Aww, Seth, just like yours…"
"Jesus, is that you?"
"…No."

I struggle for the words and then give up

"Yes, maybe he was stoned too…"

My heads up with the birds on the t-hut

"So, Seth, say if someone tripped you on the bed and made sweet love to you all night, would you remember it the next day?"
"Jesus wouldn't do that!"
"I'm not Jesus!!"
"Oh, then I guess I wouldn't…"

A little piece of mind that I know better

That the plain disgrace of all my letters

"Dude, that was like… deep."
"Yes, well… Wanna make sweet love all night?"

After that the floodgates opened up

"Aww… He's so depressed… How can you talk of playing spanky-spanky at a time like that!!"

And I fell in love with everyone I saw

"Well, you know what, Seth, even when he's… 'depressed', he's still able to fall in love with everyone he sees…"
"What are you suggesting?"
"An orgy…? –cough- I mean, nothing…."

Take your time I'm not in any rush

"Explain the orgy concept to me, will ya?"
"… No. Now let's play spanky-spanky!"

And it's in everything I ever write

"Aww, he's a poet now! You hear that, Jesus?"
"I'm. not. Jesus."
"Then who are you?"
"Turn around and see."
"But I'm so lazy…"
"You'll have to, if you wanna… make sweet love all night"
"But I prefer it from the behind, so technically, I won't have to move."
"If you expect me to do all the work, you're wrong!"
"Oh! I know what we can do! We can play spanky-spanky instead!"
"They are the same thing."
"Oh."

It's not as if I need the extra weight

"Is he calling me fat?"
"No, dear, if anything, he called himself fat."
"But Jesus isn't fat!"
"And he's not Jesus…"

Confused enough by life so thanks a lot

"I'm confused. Are you confused? I'm confused."

Lonely written words for company

Just raise the roof this once and follow me

"Yes, Seth! It's time to follow me into the sweet love-making place!!!"
"You mean a bed?"
"Sure… Unless you prefer it on the floor…"
"Oh boy! –turns around- Ryan?!"
"-sarcastically- No, it's Jesus."
"Oh boy! Let's go play spanky-spanky now!"
"……………………… OH boy!!!!!!!!"

.-Song: Spitting Games by Snow Patrol-.