You're trying
You're trying
You're trying to be new
But if I was you
Then I would try again

You're dying
You're dying
You're dying too soon
And you knew very well
What life could offer you

I'm not away from
What you're away from
I feel your claws caught in my skin
Take me away from
The arboretum
The seed's never sown nor thrown to the wind

Oh Little Death 
Is there something left?
Oh Little Death
Is there something left?
Oh Little Death
Is there something left?
Oh Little Death
Is there something left? 

Oh Sheila
Sheila
Your skin's off your bones
He just wants to see you
Without your clothes

Oh Sheila
Sheila
The morgue's not your home
Track marks in your mirror
Won't leave your arm

I'm not away from
What you're away from
I feel your claws caught in my skin
Take me away from
The arboretum
The seed's never sown nor thrown to the wind

Oh Little Death 
Is there something left?
Oh Little Death
Is there something left?
Oh Little Death
Is there something left?
Oh Little Death
Is there something left? 


©2015 Federico Bayona

Little Death

Cherub of the Sea
I'm all out of love
Took your fins for wings
And I'm all out of love
 
Cherub of the Sea
Take care of yourself
The sharks and their teeth
Are all out of love

Oh my cherub
My Sea Cherub

Cherub of the Sea
Our crows were never doves
It's okay to be
All out of love

Cherub of the Sea
You fell from up above
Now you're a submarine
And you're all out of love

Oh my cherub
My Sea Cherub

©2015 Federico Bayona

Sea Cherub

[Verse 1]
I wanna be much more than my own projection
Wanna open her door without seeking her affection
Asleep inside a bodega battling my demons
Dancing in the light of my plight to find a reason
The ones we love always tell us they don't need us
Tossin' out our anchors 'though we know they'll never reach em
Cold as my toes and I'm spitting out my gut
I'll never know the time I've really got
[Chorus]
So go and rock
And go and roll
And don't speak up
Unless you're told
So go and rock
And go and roll
And don't speak up
Unless you're told
[Verse 2]
I wanna be much more than my own reflection
Want the popular vote without buying an election
Asleep inside a bodega battling my demons
Drowsy from the tacos wondering what mystery meat is
We change our minds with the changing of the seasons
News anchors know fear will always trump reason
Not at my best but I'm coming off a trough
Riding the sin curve of ups and downs
[Chorus]

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