In May

In May - Nothing Painted Blue

You call it a condition of love

Something you don't know the conditions of

You irrigate an obstacle course

With a shower of affection and a show of force

Speak with unimpeachable tact

Only contradicted by the way you act

Freezing in the family room

You're chattering away to your intended groom

If he saw how you keep your things

How you treat yourself day to day

He wouldn't be so gung

Ho about letting you come to stay

In may

You've got an uncontrollable urge

To listen at your door truth emerge

And right at the proverbial verge

My fascination flickers like a power surge

So take all your combs and rings

The bass that you'll never play

Just say your goodbyes and go

As brief as your resume

In may

You notify your lover

He could pave

Your way to personal recovery

But incase his grace and acquiescence hardens

Don't depend on us to hand out residential pardons

You've got an unassailable right

To picture us meeting your returning flight

But that's an unavailable thought

Like trying to recall the girl that time forgot

If he knew how you keep your things

How you treat yourself day to day

He wouldn't be so gung

Ho

About letting you come to stay

And after his offerings go up

And his glass eye strains

Will the ashes begin to glow

Or stink like a spent volcano

In may