Angel ©

You don't want to hear this but she's just playing games.
She'll string you along, it's never gunna change.
You say someday, you will be an item - instead of closet lovers.
You'll never feel the same way, about each other.

She's never there when you call, so you're sitting by the phone.
She's hanging out with friends while you sit home alone.
At home your hot and heavy but you never kiss in front of friends,
someday it will come to an end.

What are you...?
Why're you here?
Are you an angel?
Will you disappear?

You sabatoged my lifeboat and sent me out to sea,
then when I made it back, said you were happy to see me.
The best laid plans can go awry by far and here we are.

What are you...?
Why're you here?
Are you an angel?
Will you disappear?

She doesn't touch the ground, the earth does not deserve it.
She doesn't touch the ground, the earth does not deserve it.
She doesn't touch the ground, the earth does not deserve it.
She doesn't touch the ground, the earth does not deserve it.

What are you...?
Why're you here?
Are you an angel?
Will you disappear?