Sean Watson - Angel

Oh I could be your angel
Be the bird between your blinds
The black inside your lines
I can't see through all these clouds love
Another costume, written volumes
I could love you or I could fall
Inside my mind, girl
I found a black rose through the bad jokes as my words choke on your photos
I am still here my dear, broken strings, rum on the couch
I'll be here with all the flowers
Every single tear, every fucking hour
Write down every little thing I found
Leave these words sprouted on the ground
Breathe these fumes, smile when I'm down
Oh I could be your angel
I only see what I want to see
What I have to be
What you mean to me
These lonely eyes are free
I cannot breathe
I am falling
Oh I could be your angel
Darling patience from my hatred
I leave this world a stranger
Leave my anger on this pavement
Oh I could be your angel
Oh I could be
Oh I could be your angel

Written by:
Sean Watson

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