Some Kind of Angel
There's no need to pretend...
I've never been a saint.
I'm open to what's tainted,
aching to start a war.
You can't understand
how I'm used to being wrong,
hands in a pocket full of red paint.
Could I be strong
enough to make you love what you didn't see
the first time?
I'm betting I'm weak,
in my dreams the bottle speaks
to me like a song.
I'm running and running,
thrilled by the chase and too busy
to make things right...
The nights are long
enough to make me stop believing
there're reasons to fight,
cause hearts to ache.
They burn, all those meanings.
I won't love you where you stand,
my restless pride be a sin.
But I'd roam forever
so I can look for you again.
I'm no good after the rain.
Some things never leave, some stains
are forever. I won't give you anything
but a moment of gladness
that to you I'm an angel that flew far
enough to never fade.
Copyright © Erin Beckett | Year Posted 2013
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