To My Better Angel

Northstar

I lost all faith today in suicidal featherweights 
With broken wrists and weaker fists 
This is the last fight I'll give away
And there's something terrible locked in her attic,
So I'm told
I can feel it on my face 
I still feel you everywhere 

And operator I can't hold much longer, 
Can't hold much longer, can't hold on
And operator I can't hold much longer, 
Can't hold much longer, can't hold on

'Cause there's a spot by a bathroom door 
Where I dropped so fast straight through the floor 
When I lost my grip on everything 
Eight feet under water is where we dare 
Our locked lips keep out the water and the liars 
Full of nothing but air 

So if anybody talks of me 
Tell them I am never coming home again,
Tell them I am gone

There's a place that I might fit in, 
But it reeks of where we've been 
Perfect footprints from our feet 
That our haunted just by me 
To the lady of the hour, liquor love is all the rage 
Your skin feels way too sour and I've lost my sense of taste

And operator I can't hold much longer, 
Can't hold much longer, can't hold on
And operator I can't hold much longer, 
Can't hold much longer, can't hold on

There's a hole that we all fall in 
Where we fight for oxygen 
That's where I caught my grip and became King 
Eight feet undercover, don't forget that I'm here 
Warm secrets under covers with new friends 
And your holiday lovers

So if anybody talks of me 
Tell them I am never coming home again,
Tell them I am gone

If anybody talks of me 
Tell them I am never coming home again,
Tell them I am gone

So if anybody talks of me 
Tell them I'll be gone forever
Without these scars that are completely invisible