ຼ᷼ 𑂴᰷𝓼 ᪶
I hear the angels cry
No, they don’t want you to be mine
Our love’s got them terrifie
Baby, you and I make the angels cry
ຼ᷼ 𑂴᰷𝓼 ᪶
If you were my little girl
I’d do whatever I could do
I’d run away and hide with you
I know that you got daddy issues, and I do too
ຼ᷼ 𑂴᰷𝓼 ᪶
Hold my hand until we turn to ashes
Love me 'til they put me in my casket
I got all these feelings that I'm maskin'
Can I lay it on you? That's what I'm askin'