Nothing here should bother me
My self should feel content
Instead of raging with contempt
Wash over me, cool water
Wash away my thoughts
Wash away my jealousy
Wash away the things I saw
And wash away my memory
Wash away the night I spent
Wash away whatever happened
In the darkness, in that tent
Out in this serene clear sea
I glimpse her as she glimpses me
Our eyes both quickly dart away
For we have nothing left to say
Wash over me, cool water
Wash away the dirt
Wash away the ecstasy
Wash away the hurt
Wash away my body
And wash away her lips
Wash away all yesterday
Then wash away this
Because the memories will only hurt in time
Each time I check the guestbook to find no new messages, a fragment of my motivation dies.
