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