Angel

I couldn't see it in her eyes

She wears a beautiful disguise

Weaving a story outta lies, oh

But damn do we have a good time though

She likes the game, she likes the high

Moth to a flame, she likes the fire

I like the way it makes her smile

And when she smiles, it makes me wanna cry

And I question what I bring

What I bring to the table

When I'm looking at her face

I just feel grateful

And she's holding a gun

But she looks like an angel

And she's cold to the touch

But she feels like an angel

They try to warn me of her grasp

I'm never hearing none of that

Death grip on me, I'm so attached

Poison so sweet, right down the hatch

I hear her laughing in the night

Mouth to the phone, she's talking quiet

Then she's alone and starts to cry

And when she cries it makes me want to die

And she's holding a gun

But she looks like an angel

And she's cold to the touch

But she feels like an angel

She found me when she fell

She saved me from myself

She pulled me out of hell

So she must be an angel

And she's holding a gun

But she looks like an angel

And she's cold to the touch

But she feels like an angel

She found me when she fell

She saved me from myself

She pulled me out of hell

So she must be an angel