I was a young man who thought life was for the sweet
I wore my heart on both my sleeves
I met the girl of my dreams
My dreams
She was a cunt
Isn't that what you get when you get what you want?
Now I'm old
And tired of everything
And I have given up
In foggy corridors
Somebody motions me
Is that my angel?
I had given up hope
In every cunt
I wrote a song that the radio won't play
I wrote a poem that chases all the birds away
I put a dagger in my heart
Doesn't that beat the nights stumbling home from the bar?
I believe
In god and angels
And my redemption
In foggy corridors
Somebody motions me
Is that my angel?
I had given up hope
