Hope you’re listening

Want you to hear me

I got a lot to say

And get off my mind

You dragged my family name through the dirt

I kept my mouth shut, digested the hurt

Towards the end I heard you talking to another

Two months later, you were calling them your lover

So what makes you think that you’re better

Better than anyone?

R: You’re no angel

You’re no angel

And no heaven would want you now

Did I jump too soon, reaching for the ledge

Pull myself up to you. You stomped my finger tips

I called and asked you back

You said it didn’t matter

But no one knows that ‘cause then you wouldn’t be a martyr

So what makes you think that you’re better

Better than anyone?

So what makes you feel

You’re more perfect

More perfect than everyone?

R:

Is there any good you think about or are just all the bad times that we had

Stored in your memory?

Found a photo from eight years ago that made me smile and wonder how you’re doing

So what’s wrong with me?

I guess lashing out makes it easier, something to sing about just makes it easier

Why can’t I let it go? No, I won’t let it go

‘Cause I’m no

I’m no angel

Why would anybody want me now?