Not my best work, but I wrote this one last week. The tune for it in my head is somewhat "Ween"-like...

STAY

The tip of my tongue
reaches down to your shoulder
Not quite the way that
you thought it would do.
But I'll find the truth
burried under your pleasure.
You thought I was different,
well how about you?
How about you?

Cause this is the end
of playing with houses
before all your blues
fade into grey.
And the blood in your shoes
leaves a trail you can't master,
Just give in to someone,
She might even stay.

The curtains are drawn
with a sigh of completion.
How can you say that
you knew this would be?
The visions you had
were of some other lifetime.
You want an aprentice
well how about me?
How about me?

Cause this is the end
of playing with houses,
before all your blues
fade into grey.
And the blood in your shoes
leave a trail you can't master.
Just give in to someone,
she might even stay.
She might even stay.
She might even stay.
She might even stay.