Angel -

Hope you’re listening

Want you to hear me

I got a lot to say

And get off my mind

You dragged my family name through the dirt

I kept my mouth shut, digested the hurt

Towards the end I heard you talking to another

Two months later, you were calling them your lover

So what makes you think that you’re better

Better than anyone?

You’re no angel

You’re no angel

And no heaven would want you now

Did I jump too soon, reaching for the ledge

Pull myself up to you.

You stomped my finger tips

I called and asked you back

You said it didn’t matter

But no one knows that ‘cause then you wouldn’t be a martyr

So what makes you think that you’re better

Better than anyone?

So what makes you feel

You’re more perfect

More perfect than everyone?

Is there any good you think about or are just all the bad times that we had

Stored in your memory?

Found a photo from eight years ago that made me smile and wonder how you’re

doing

So what’s wrong with me?

I guess lashing out makes it easier, something to sing about just makes it

easier

Why can’t I let it go?

No, I won’t let it go

‘Cause I’m no

I’m no angel

Why would anybody want me now?