Blonde

Ah, you crazy hypocrite,

I can tell by the way you look at him,

You know there’s nothing more obvious,

then you pretending to listen to him,

Not hearing a word he says

What’s on your mind, I wonder?

Some pondering unrelated to nothing,

Nothing of the sort you care to tell,

You wishing he’d say something else,

Instead of the things he says

Oh, you crazy hypocrite,

Come on, girl, try and listen,

Or just speak your mind and be done with it,

He isn’t going to know till you do,

You don’t want this to go to waste

But now you’re staring off into space,

Too nervous to do what you know you have to,

Oh honey, you’ll end up such a train wreck,

You sure you’re ready for the sleepless nights?

Come on, girl, just tell him…

Why does it seem like the most special people in our lives always leave so fast?
I miss each and every moment that I spent in their arms, hearing their voices speak and whisper in my ear, always bringing me the greatest of joys, that I can feel content and complete.
Yet it never lasts.
I try to hold on with all my might to every tiny piece of them that I can lay my hands on, wishing I could simply hold on to them and never let go.

If I close my eyes, when I am alone, I can feel you with me, touching me, telling me I am not alone.
Who would run with me? Who would pick me up and shelter me from the rain, stay with me when I am at my worst? Who would make sense of this life that does not seem right?

Well Enough Alone - Chevelle

Here's some musical entertainment by a long-time favorite of mine, Chevelle. I'm still working on something to write about.