Angel

you sounded so good on the phone
all moved up and all moved on
me and gravity, we never could agree
but i can almost see the sky
when i need to, i close me eyes
you're the only thing that's worth holding onto

angel you sing about beautiful things
and all i want to do is believe
but i traded my dreams for this mess of memories
and they just stopped working for me
now i'm not a monster
i believe like a liar would believe
helps me navigate the wooden smiles, the raging seas
and all my heroes pull their heads
like a fighter would, i guess
no one ever really likes getting older
angel you sing about beautiful things
and all i want to do is believe
but i traded my dreams for this mess of memories
and they just stopped working for me