Angel

2008-08-30T13:23:00.000-07:00

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an Angel
Fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room,
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel
May you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line,
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting,
You keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees

In the arms of an Angel
Far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room,
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel
May you find some comfort here

You're in the arms of an Angel;
may you find some comfort here

Pleased To Meet Me

2008-08-28T21:58:00.000-07:00

They say that in your twenties,
You try and find yourself,
Does that mean that when you're thirty,
You'll be somebody else?
Well I've taken many chances, I've taken many pills,
I've had my share of expensive mistakes and cheap thrills.

Now I say, pleased to meet me!
How am I? Can I help me?
I must try...
Going crazy, my oh my!
Just me, myself and I...

I went down to the doctor,
So she could read my head,
She couldn't give me answers,
She just asked me how I felt.
I said: "I feel pretty strange, I feel kinda queer.
Isn't that the reason why people visit here?"

She said there's a connection,
Between my present and my past,
She asked if I would mind,
If she conducted a little test.
She showed me all the bad things,
That I have suppressed,
I said the bad things are the sad things,
That caused all this stress.

She took me to my dark side,
It wasn't hard to find,
We chatted up the ghosts,
In the attic of my mind.
I wrestled with my loneliness,
My rejection as a child,
Doctor can you help me?
I am not the counselling kind!

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Angel

Pleased To Meet Me