Everyone is selfish in the end
And the only damn they give won't be for you
Angela, I know something's wrong
For so long I hoped it was a lack of me
But please excuse my silly fantasies
Cause you're much more than a lonely boy's dream
Or anyone's attempt not to feel empty
Angela, there's already songs in your name
But they don't say what I want to say
So what's the harm in an indulgent ramble?
Angela, I hate to steal your words from you
But the sounds of imperfection still ring true
All around our lives, like musical tattoos
You're the fucked-up girl looking for answers
I'm the fucked-up boy without a goddamn clue
Angela, don't mistake me for a paramour
Don't think my lips are writing love letters
I have no interest in confessing or pursuing
Angela, you don't need to be told
You're more beautiful when you're unclothed
And I've caught glimpses of your naked soul
More valuable than sex, cause unlike your body
I know it's something you never show
Angela, I think you're trying too hard
There's no way to find all that you are
And I don't think you've met the one that you'll love
Angela, you still confuse and puzzle me
You could be more than you let yourself be
But now, this fucked-up boy has to leave
So, fucked-up girl, carry on - I know you're strong
And if I've said too much today, I'm sorry