VALENT

My security detail welcomes me
Sound of aircon and a country heartbreak  
On the radio my heart's as low
As only a woman knows
They wish me Happy Valentine
And ask about you
 
Your voice has become a memory  
Not your phone voice but your real voice
As if I'm forgetting what you meant
 
Your voice dies
I want to charge the phone
When I do we lose reception  
Any desire here upsets the equilibrium  
Its better to want nothing  
 
The red bus on the red road
Has painted in blue on the back
GOD BLESS DA PAYCENT
 
Blues sings on the radio
Take me to hills
Where the airs fresher there
And we'll do nothing but beer and stare
 
And I stare at the Messenger
Because I want you to say
I know you done me wrong
But you done me some good to
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
*VALENT - is defined in psychology as the degree to which someone is attracted to another or not