Marble fills his brittle bones
He sits so beautifully alone
Up high in your minds pedestal
Inside him you will build a broken home
He's pumping plaster through your veins
Throws love letters into the flames
You only have yourself to blame
But at least now you know he knows your name
He's chiseled
He's fine
He'll take you high
And leave you crying
He's celestial
At home in the sky
But you keep trying
He's gone cold
Say it's true, he's divine
But you keep lying
To yourself after all
Eventually all angels fall
He'll mount your wings up on the wall
And play your pretty cherub doll
He'll play your
A masterpiece you cannot touch
You promise that to look's enough
He'll never know you like you want
You know you'll never be the one he loves
You can't play cupid can't play God
Holding him close with sharpened claws
Plastic trees don't grow, don't rot
Who's gonna tell him? He should've stuck to blondes
He's chiseled
He's fine
He'll take you high
And leave you crying
He's celestial
At home in the sky
But you keep trying
He's gone cold
Say it's true, he's divine
But you keep lying
To yourself after all
Eventually all angels fall
He'll mount your wings up on the wall
And play your pretty cherub doll
He'll play your
Pretty cherub doll