An angel wrapped in a blanket 

tucked away in the back of a carseat 

and although it felt precious at the time,it was mean 



and now purposely starving 

waiting for the dreadful phone just to ring 

and until it does just that, I won't do a thing 



God has played a mean joke on me 

now he's snickering behind some tree 

along with all those other lovers I treated so poorly 



Our lovelife patiently awaits 

for the mind and body just to agree 

They bicker, they act very coarsely, they misquote me 



And now covered in cobwebs 

dust collecting from my head to my feets 

and someone better shake up these bones before it smothers me 



God has played a mean joke on me 

now he's snickering behind some tree 

along with all those other lovers I treated so poorly 

I treated so poorly 

I treated so poorly 

I treated so poorly