Its a dreary day of wet and gray
in this ramsacked house in a fucked-up college town,
but the birds are singing, the grass is green
and the sun looks beautiful
burning through the clouds

and my mind drifts back to yesterday,
the thing you wouldn't say
that would've damaged anyway,
the violent bliss we engaged in on my bed
and the truth and blue emotion
I caught flowing from you to me through

your brown eyes rimmed in green
and I know nothing's what it seems
but it seems that as we bled
the thing you never said
made you sad and
made you mad

and I wonder whether our wants,
whether you ever say or not,
will cause the greater rift that for
all these years I feared already existed,

between the kissing,
between your legs,
in the sweet aroma of sex,

between growls as you dug into my skin,
as wonderous positions ever-shifting,
polyrythms that sent us lifting
as we rode the waves to saved
and chased each other's peaks

I wondered if body movement speaks
things that if words spoke
might just hurt because
I heard what you never said

and I know I'm a fucking bastard
but it always ends up in disaster
so lets just smile and communicate
as outside it thunders and it rains
with ocean motions that can say
what words were never meant to say

forget the lightning flash of pain
till nothing but that remains
and until then look in highlights
of the sacred here and now

after the floorplay
between our sex,
in the sweet aroma of the moment,
I saw in your eyes a hurt you want me to realize
a secret you keep far from words
and its absurd but your eyes speak clearly
I can see the tears behind your eyes
the blue behind the iris of brown rimmed in green

and I want you to be around
maybe I could come around
and after you left last night,
pacified and floating, I felt a fight
brewing in my veins between
my heart and my brain
if I wasn't insane I could be,
but is there any remedy for me?

It's a dreary day of wet and gray
in this ramsacked house in a fucked-up college town,
the birds are singing and the grass is green
and the sun looks beautiful
burning through the clouds,

and I try to measure pleasure and pain,
the desert and the rain,
confused heart and spinning brain,
and I just can't look away:
what a beautiful cacophony.