The sky is grey and it's been raining all day
There's nothing to do but read things from the days
When I had had better days, the days without you
From them days filled with plans and ideas
About things that I'd never really know
She left her imprint on me, I couldn't shake her.
I'd been pressed so hard I was part of the ground.
My emotions squeezed out as easy as...
Her beautiful ideas covered me like a blanket or a shadow 
on the other side of an enormous light
I was helpless
An impression waiting for someone new to pour into themselves into my shell 
Waiting for the sun, rip across my sky
Waiting for you
I released tremors in her like a sword plunging into a belly
Releasing ridiculous amounts of food and wine
I looked for the golden rewards of vibrations and shudders
I loved this girl, and that love was a fuel that drove me to the waking morning light
My lips an inexhaustible resource of pleasure for her
I was a miner unwilling to stop until I had reached the Earth's core
I was [bad word] on a horse liberating camps in occupied countries
Freeing passionate fluids from her body over and over again
Over from her body