She Spoke Spanish - Calm.

the devil speaks spanish I met her in Denver

she had a pixie cut and a Hepburn strut

she said good was love, happiness and never saying sorry

evil was screwing strangers

after cocktail parties

so here we are at the top of a parking garage

we were eating burger king then she asked for a massage

I pulled her shirt up admired the olive skin then I gently scratched

her back then ran my finger over her bra strap

she laughed, patted me on the cheek and said thanks for the rub

she spreaded her wings, gave me a wink and said demons don’t love

she stepped to the edge and did a swan dive from 6 stories high

she was just a falling angel didnt want to fly

her wings arent broken and the sky isn’t falling

I keep my phone on silent

but still look for the light in hopes thats she’s calling

I hope that she’s calling

where you going madam of the dark damned past

where you going madam how long is this gonna last

2 years later and I’m buckled in a airplane

unshaven heartbroken but the stare is the same

wishing I could tear out my brain

cause that’s where the drug is somewhere in between, my memory and my luggage

I’m standing in the middle of san fran

without a damn plan wishing I had a fucken gun in my hand

I ain’t got no pulse I left my heard in north Denver

on the side of Federal on top of a note I never sent her

but here I am, looking for love on Haight Street

but all I see are drugs, questions and answers with maybes

then all of a sudden, my periods turned to commas

and my, paragraphs filled with pauses

my questions marks turned to exclamations points

cause around the corner came my parking garage goddess

her hair was a little longer

but she still had those same big beautiful eyes

she gave me a smile and I felt my 2 year misery die

then it all came back when she spread those 2 wings that I despised

I told her that I loved her

why?

was the only question she could ask

I put my hand on her cheek kissed her like Scarlet O’Hara

then watched her wings turn to ash

her horns turned into a halo of smoke

her forked tongue, turned to a spoon

I blinked once I found myself, back in Denver

standing next to her in my living room

I tried to shake off the confusion

I rubbed my eyes, but as they focused she disappeared

I stumbled to my bathroom

and saw her reflection was me, standing in the mirror

all I saw was the devil, standing in the mirror

her reflection was me standing in the mirror

all I saw was the devil, standing in the mirror

where’d you go madam of the dark damned past

who am I madam how long’s this gonna last