The Studio

Some experiences, too personal to share
Some sentiments, too melancholy to describe
Some voids, too vast to fill with words

And yet the only solace to be found
through words that do not come
to dissect emotions often complex
reactions to an event seemingly simple

I am waiting, simply waiting and it's torture
I wait for the tides of change to overtake me
For time to age the memories
To fade that which is yet unhealed
For clarity of mind to come, to remember what it was like
before, before before, when I was fun, and carefree, and vibrant
I wait for me to be ME again...

How do you cool your lips
After a summer's kiss
How do you rid the sweat
After the body bliss
How do you turn your eyes
From the romantic glare
How do you block the sound
Of a voice you'd know anywhere

Oh, I really should have known
By the time you drove me home
By the vagueness in your eyes
Casual good-byes
By the chill in your embrace
The expression on your face
That told me
You might have some advice to give
On how to be
Insensitive

How do you numb your skin
After the warmest touch
How do you slow your blood
After the body rush
How do you free your soul
After you've found a friend
How do you teach your heart
It's a crime to fall in love again

Oh, you probably won't remember me
It's probably ancient history
I'm one of the chosen few
Who went ahead and fell for you
I'm out of vogue, I'm out of touch
I fell too fast, I feel too much
I thought that you might have
Some advice to give on how to be
Insensitive