There's an angel in your dreams
but it's not me

There's a girl who's wearing your shirt off her back
and has the pleasure to wake up next to you

She will make you coffee
the way you hate it
and will end up taking your cologne

You'll write songs about her
hating yourself at night
thinking why and how
did you end up this way

The one song you treasure the most about this mess
is the one that is filled with lies
and doesn't resemble her at all
Because it's me who you've been writing about all along

And you'll text me late at night
when you're feeling lonely
Know that I won't respond
because this is my song
telling you that I'm saying *goodbye