Vox Humana / Vox Celeste

Palm trees/
Flat broke disease/
And La Mirada has got me on my knees/
Now I sure ain't the truest of true/
But/
But every different day a different side of you

La Mirada my little merci/
How come you're the only one I let hurt me/
I want to be the last man to ever grace your lips/
I want my face to feel the heat up off your pretty hips/
I want to get my teeth caught up in your crucifix/
Betwixt your restful breasts/

But When distance is an issue/
there's nothing I do but miss you/
And think about how I wish you/
Were home in my bed/
But your only home's in my head/
And my heart is just pledged/
To the thought of you/
Or maybe even to the thought of us two/
But it wouldn't work and you knew/
So communication withdrew/
Feelings first to subdue/
And then you bid me adieu/
I wrote about you/
and then I tore out the pages/ automated exchanges/
makes us not lovers but feigners/
we are only strangers/
The only time we talk it's on the phone/
but she's right here and wants me to take her home/
so I guess she doesn't know/
that this young padawan's a vagabond/
and I'm not messing with these hoes/
and I'm not playing with this flow/ and I'm not sippin' on patron/
And you better believe I'm going home/
And when I do I'll be alone/

I'm not eating/
It's hard dealing with these four feelings/
One: stomach grumbling like I devoured a foul luncheon/
Two: every four minutes's when I think of you/
Three: wishing different it could be/
Four: it was never GOOD, and it hasn't been/
So why are you the only one I think of then?/
No matter what I'm being prematurely forced to think of something clever for the last word/
But I'm just blowing hot air like the Hindenburg/
Grab my jacket, walk it off
Get lost in the cold, and stranded/
On an ice. Berg