Thinly Veiled
August 11, 2008 at 11:32 pm (Servicemen) (Gary Allan, Gavin DeGraw, George Strait, Jason Aldean, Keith Anderson, Kid Rock, Nickelback, Pat Benatar, Rodney Adkins, Sara Bareilles, Tim McGraw)
On a summer night, runnin’ all the red lights,
Don’t really tell the whole truth; it don’t show what’s deep inside.
I’ve done everything move on like I’m supposed to,
Your love is like a tidal wave,
Caught somewhere between a boy and man.
I’m still learning how to bend, how to let you in.
But I will never show the toll it’s taken.
Why weren’t we able, to see the signs that we missed?
Skin has gotten thicker but it burns the same.
There’s nothing like the warmth of the one who has put in the time.
I can’t outrun it, just keeps comin’…
August 2008
It burns when you touch it, you knew it was hot when you picked it up, and you went straight for it anyway, drawn to it. The pain is sharp at first, then lingering to remind you of the danger. Later, the scar serves as a more permanent symbol, but even that fades over time. You know that it will be hot. You know that it will burn. And you go after it time and time again. Why? Because you hope that it will change. Perhaps a pot on a hot stove will one day not burn your hand.
In my attempt to address what pains me tonight, I must liken it to a fresh burn, initially raw beneath the surface, but over time the new skin will emerge a little bit stronger, masking the scars that lie beneath. Look closely, and it’s easy to see that it was there all along, feelings thinly veiled beneath a tough skin, but no match for a smoldering pot.
Who’s to say that I’m going to get burned? Who’s to say that I’m going to pick up the pot? I’m really close, though.
