There’s a reason, clouded by clarity, for my mind being built in stacks
And it’s been deforming and I’ve been contorting, trying to pick up any slack
Search for an answer but I think pasted her
Found it in each hand that caressed my neck
I know I will falter but something keeps me stumbling back
Because I want a loving and I need an angel

What a stressful evening he had kicked my teeth in and I’m just bleeding out
I told you by morning you’d think I’m boring
Search for an answer but I’m sure I pasted her
Shoved her til her all bones had been cracked
Because I want an loving and I need an angel
And I know just what I lack