Spend all your time waiting, For that second chance. For a break that would make it okay. There’s always some reason To feel not good enough And it’s hard at the end of the day. I need some distraction Or a beautiful release Memories seep from my veins. Let me be empty Oh, weightless and maybe I’ll find some peace tonight. In the arms of the angels. Fly away from here. From this dark, cold hotel room, And the emptiness that you feel. You are pulled from the wreckage, Of your silent reveries. You’re in the arms of the angels May you find some comfort here. Deme Deceased
