I've got me an angel She's my favorite of things But she keeps me humble So I step on her wings Butterflies and suicides We lay them all to rest A tourniquet of shit and spit Will stop this bloody mess Swallowed pride, a broken bride Who sheds her frail skin A lie for lie A tooth for eye These scars are paper thin Wake me from the fucking dream, now I've got me an angel She's my favorite of things But she keeps me humble So I step on her wings