You keep making your way to me to lay beneath your owner
Staring up at the clouds patiently listening for the thunder
A little spatter of rain to animate the mediocre
Let it wrinkle your skin as I soak in between your shoulders
Brutes and lovers
Contrary rules
But under covers
We all sing the same tunes
If I had my druthers
I'd serenade you
Until your colors
Carry that same hue
Brittle only in frame, rendered inane by sheer ambition
Making me feel enabled by my favorite contradiction
Every freckle on your skin tells where you've been without confusion
Catch me searching for god between your multiple contusions
Brutes and lovers
Contrary rules
But under covers
We all sing the same tunes
If I had my druthers
I'd serenade you
Until your colors
Carry that same hue
I can't sleep
If you won't close my eyes for me, but
You're so discreet
It makes me cower before your feet, still
A deity
Should never grovel to it's sheep, yet
I'm incomplete
With out our brittle blasphe-
Brittle blaspheme
Brutes and lovers
Contrary rules
But under covers
We all sing the same tunes
If I had my druthers
Well I'd serenade you
Until your colors
Carry that same hue
Brutes and lovers
Contrary rules
But under covers
We all sing the same tunes
If I had my druthers
I'd serenade you
Until your colors
Carry that same hue