I made stories with my baby
I told tell them stories no more
She still sparks the city
But her shine don't fall on me no more
I never wanted this to happen
Except for every God-damned day
She can light a room up
But those ain't the rooms that I play
She can light a room up
But those ain't the rooms that I play
I told her over and over
Many many ugly things
If love's the better angel
She's no longer waiting on my wings
If love's the better angel
She's no longer waiting on my wings