Love and Liquor

Tossing out all these dead flowers
Wondering how I lost so many hours
All my fears his soul devours
I wish I had her superpowers

Bonded to insomniac dreams
Getting further lost in the crowd it seems
No matter where he moves light beams
Time is borrowed and never redeems

A number to him and a number to her
My first twenty years it seems were a blur
Chasing adventure with love and liquor
Regret and denial would only occur

I’m sadder now than I ever was before
I’ve healed myself from wounds of your war
Silence a battleground I rather abhor
I don’t even know what I was looking for

© Delia Ross. 2019

Going offline to unwind
My mind is muddy
And should be quarantined
I’m confused and falling a bit behind
I’d appreciate if you’d slow your grind
I’ve already got you off my mind
When I return I’ll be a bit more refined

© Delia Ross. 2019


Drinking down the bottle
2 more shots should hide my mistakes
His heart is like a fossil
And I doubt it ever aches
Picking up the throttle
Will drink as long as it takes
This pain it feels so awful
I’d like to be one he appreciates

© Delia Ross. 2019


I’d join your corps
Your lips can be the shore
I’m open to explore

The boat can capsize
Kisses instead of cries
Not many words we’ll vocalize

Are you ready for more
Something you’ve never had before
I want it all plus an encore

Forget that cigarette
We don’t need a corvette
Tho I would go into debt

Held captive under no demand
I’ve never been to his homeland
I heard he even has a band

Days on end I go no sleep
There’s treasures in the ocean deep
If he’s the farmer, we are his sheep

© Delia Ross. 2019

If I Had Any Say

If I had any say you would be king
You already rule over everything

I would take a holiday at his feet
I’ve actually felt his heart beat

He makes it hard to get back in the swing
His love is the best retreat

Any words that he may sing
Can be heard on any street

If I had any say you would be king
You already rule over everything

© Delia Ross. 2019

Last Rites

I think I’ve lost my appetite
Please administrator my last rites
Say a prayer or improvise
Say it quick before I die
My breath has ceased, my chest is tight
Love feels like a parasite
My friend she broke to suicide
Now in no one I can confide
But in him I see the light
It feels alot like paradise
If I don’t cool down I might ignite!
It’s possible I might die tonight
Please administrator my last rites
I surrender, there’s no will to fight

© Delia Ross. 2019


I wanna find out firsthand
But it’s like I’m stuck in quicksand
My dreams never go as planned
The more I struggle, the tighter the band
I want to learn but I’m in the wasteland
There are devils about and they tied my hand
He’s in high demand
He owns a ship, he’s in command
I’m still waiting here like I am stuck in quicksand

© Delia Ross. 2019