To My Better Angel

I lost all faith today in suicidal featherweights <br>With broken wrists and weaker fists <br>This is the last fight I`ll give away<br>And there’s something terrible locked in her attic,<br>so I`m told<br>I can feel it on my face <br>I still feel you everywhere <br><br>And operator I can`t hold much longer, <br>can`t hold much longer, can`t hold on<br>And operator I can`t hold much longer, <br>can`t hold much longer, can`t hold on<br><br>`Cause there’s a spot by a bathroom door <br>where I dropped so fast straight through the floor <br>when I lost my grip on everything <br>Eight feet under water is where we dare <br>Our locked lips keep out the water and the liars <br>full of nothing but air <br><br>So if anybody talks of me <br>tell them I am never coming home again,<br>tell them I am gone<br><br>There`s a place that I might fit in, <br>but it reeks of where we’ve been <br>Perfect footprints from our feet <br>that our haunted just by me <br>To the lady of the hour, liquor love is all the rage <br>Your skin feels way too sour and I`ve lost my sense of taste<br><br>And operator I can`t hold much longer, <br>can`t hold much longer, can`t hold on<br>And operator I can`t hold much longer, <br>can`t hold much longer, can`t hold on<br><br>There`s a hole that we all fall in <br>where we fight for oxygen <br>That’s where I caught my grip and became King <br>Eight feet undercover, don’t forget that I`m here <br>Warm secrets under covers with new friends <br>and your holiday lovers<br><br>So if anybody talks of me <br>tell them I am never coming home again,<br>tell them I am gone<br><br>If anybody talks of me <br>tell them I am never coming home again,<br>tell them I am gone<br><br>So if anybody talks of me <br>tell them I`ll be gone forever<br>without these scars that are completly invisble