So here we are again
Quarter past 2 am
Jacket smells like where you've been
The writing on your shoe
Tells me how you're doing
And a pray for change ain't enough to keep you going
Things are unclear now
Your voice hurts me to hear
You're getting meaner
And I can't stand the way it seems
The angels don't sing
You set yourself on fire
While I sat and watched you burn
I bet you thought that you'd be better
Let the white fall off your clothes
Apart of me has been torn apart
Flowers turning grey
And now I know that silence is much louder than I discerned
Things are unclear now
Your voice hurts me to hear
You're getting meaner
And I can't stand the way it seems
The angels don't sing