Visions of Yesenia

Sometimes you lock yourself in a prison of denial looking
for the prosecutor who will put you on trial

And the raven haired woman who doesn't have it all together
but you're thinking somehow she'll make your life that much better
at least you don't have to talk about the weather

And over and over you think this can't be happening I need
a drink
but in your mind you can only sink into obsession

She pops in and out of your life like a drunken jaywalker
and you share a nice dinner careful not to slip like a tightrope walker
and stay detached enough not to give the air of a lunatic stalker

But it's always what you leave out that leads to the way you feel
 hoping the other person will  just be so real
what you're thinking and the way you need to deal

Why is this so complicated filled with booby traps and land mines
and why is it so hard to read the signs
as I think about it time after time
turn off the obsession like a radio
there must be another place to go but in your heart you know
it's rejection or reality

Pulling out the damsel in distress
can be one unavoidable hot mess
as only someone can guess
more or less

And these visions of Yesenia
keep on haunting me nonetheless