She asks me if I believe in angels.
I wonder if she can see the disappointment in my eyes
when I tell her not lately.
Maybe I should’ve lied.

I wonder if she can see the disappointment in my eyes
when I tell her I don’t know if I’m happy anymore.
Maybe I should’ve lied.
This always seems to happen.

When I tell her I don’t know If I’m happy anymore,
I can’t tell her why
this always seems to happen.
It just happens.

I can’t tell her why
my fingers stop holding on so tightly,
It just happens.
Maybe it’s time to let go.

My fingers stop holding on so tightly.
I wonder if she sees the tears.
Maybe it’s time to let go.
I hope she forgives me.

I wonder if she sees the tears
when I tell her not lately.
and I hope she forgives me
when she asks if I believe in angels.