| Snowflakes land on her face |
| She aches like all angels ache |
| Purest of the pure |
| Skin soft smooth to her toes |
| She hates having nowhere to go |
| In her orange sweater |
| I think fuck, you’re an angel |
| Floating dangerously closer to the sun |
| All of my memories, melted and fading |
| And I’m terrified you’ll burn |
| I want her to be entertained |
| By the products of my brain |
| I’m smart enough to know I’m stupid |
| I want her to be warm and dry |
| I cry and I cry and I cry |
| My memories being wiped tomorrow |
| I think fuck, you’re an angel |
| Floating dangerously closer to the sun |
| All of my memories, melted and fading |
| I’m terrified you’ll burn |
| Yeah, I worry |
| Yeah, I worry |
| Yeah, I worry |
| Yeah, I worry about my angel |
| Yeah, I worry |
| Yeah, I worry as I want no harm to find her |
| I think fuck, you’re an angel |
| Floating dangerously closer to the sun |
| All of my memories are melted and fading |
| And I’m terrified you’ll burn |
| Yeah, I worry |
| Yeah, I worry |
| Yeah, I worry |
| Yeah, I worry about my angel |
| Yeah, I worry |
| Yeah, I worry as I want no harm to find her |
| Yeah, I worry |
| Yeah, I worry |
| Yeah, I worry |
| Yeah, I worry about my angel |
| Yeah, I worry |
| Yeah, I worry as I want no harm to find her |