The Life of being Earnest

[Intro] [Melancholy yet warm guitar melody] [whispers] "Hey, boy." [Verse 1] In the stillness of our room, where silence lays, [Acoustic] Cal's eyes implore, through the quiet days. A soulful plea, for a touch, a glance, In every look, a longing for a chance. [Chorus] "See me, feel me," his gaze intently speaks, [Indie] A relentless quest, for the affection he seeks. Not just a presence, but a heart so vast, In his eyes, a wish, for the moments to last. [Verse 2] He doesn’t chase or play, [Acoustic] Just yearns for my hand, to soothe his way. A guardian of warmth, in his silent plea, Beside me, against me, where he wishes to be. [Chorus] "Touch me, hold me," in his stare, a quiet ask, [Indie] Underneath his gaze, an earnest task. To be close, to share each breath and lap, In his world, it's more than a simple nap. [Bridge] Not out of jealousy or a need to claim, [Acoustic] But a pure, heartfelt desire, all the same. For a connection, a moment held dear, In our tranquil home, he wants me near. [Bridge] A jealous heart beats beneath his stoic frame, [Acoustic] Every glance, every sigh, a claim to his name. Not merely longing, but a quiet demand, "To be first," he insists, "before all else in this land." [Outro] As darkness blankets our quiet home, [Guitar fading out] On his couch, Cal reigns, never to roam. His snores, not soft, declare the night's sway, "Goodnight, baby boy," I whisper, ending the day.