Senses Drowned

It's the haunting sight of your name and face
What stops me from looking properly into others
You and all your stories to tell take my eyes off, but on you
Hoping you'll see in me the truth and lie and contradiction

It's the shaking taste of the drink in my hand
That tastes so bittersweet without the bad taste for habits
Endings trickle the back end of the tongue and I want to speak
But words from the back of my mouth are at the back of my mind

It's the shocking sound of the voice you emit
Something familiar, the refreshing glow of a noise
That ricocheted from wall to wall to ear
All too much the same, all that much more different and silent

It's the short moment of touch from shoe to dress
I'm sitting down, you're walking past my breath and I sense nothing
Short moment to shorter moments and nothing is hand to hand
I remember the time I could know your emotions through words

It's the desensitizing aroma that I could somewhat breathe
Though I was never close enough to know your scent of fresh air
I've always thought things were made to arouse the peak of joy
Now it's all drained out, these vents take you closer to out

All my feeling is getting closer to the slipping edge of the dive
You heard me wrong, I saw you walk off differently
I felt the touch of nothing, you never smelled my blood and sweat
We've got the bad tastes for disbelief

I'm singing I wanted something of the feeling back