i was a young man who thought life was for the sweet

i wore my heart on both my sleeves

i met the girl of my dreams

my dreams

she was a cunt

isn't that what you get when you get what you want?


now i'm old

and tired of everything

and i have given up


in foggy corridors

somebody motions me

is that my angel?

i had given up hope

in every cunt


i wrote a song that the radio won't play

i wrote a poem that chases all the birds away

i put a dagger in my heart

doesn't that beat the nights stumbling home from the bar?


i believe

in god and angels

and my redemption


in foggy corridors

somebody motions me

is that my angel?

i had given up hope