I don't want to know anymore angels,
I'm through with writing ballads
about heaven just to be forgotten.
And wishes on stars stopped
coming true way too long ago.
Next time send God himself for a chat.
It'll be one for the history books.
Or you could have me befriend demons
that just can't die instead. The kind that
promise you the world but only manage
to leave you presents of dead things
and wilted flowers by the door.
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