On the way out
Hitting my shoulder on the doorframe
Almost like I’m drunk
Sitting on the cliffside above California
Bloodshot eyes and sleep deprived
3 A.M. angel wings dyed black
Run my hand through my fade
Careful not to touch the horns
Delicately made of salt
And all these waves
Could help me sleep at night
Awake to see with white X’d out eyes
We could change, but talk is cheap
And I’m a demon with demons
And my demons are down for ya
With the sun coming up
The pains coming
But the rush is feelin’ amazing
Flash a devilish white smile to myself
Watch the skyline fade into black