so i moved to los angeles
to chase the girl of my dreams.
how could i have known she was the devil
staring right back at me.
on the way over there
i thought i saw her wings.
clipping her feathers
whilst i was hunting a ring.
should have known then
that ******* my porch.
was always going to be trouble
when she walked through that door.
mama's always told me,
wear my heart on my sleeve.
don't get yourself killed,
with what you're trying to achieve.
so i left that night,
through that hole in the wall.
maybe those things they call angels
don't exist at all?