I got an angel in one pocket, The others full of nickels One for every time I pulled a pistol on your innocence You've been a victim since you bit your lips under my sheets Under my spell and I was under your wing Little bird found her bee and she suffered my sting No wonder why I sing to any open ears With enough food for two cents drenched in regret Best friends since we met but these trends that I set They came and double crossed me in crisis I took your king off his throne but I adopted his vices You said "well I never" Now if I had a nickel for every time I said never I'd be rich and have you livin in your picture perfect shoes If I had an excuse for everytime I left clues That I was distancing myself from you I'd need a rescue And if I had a focus for most of these twenty-six years Dear, I'd be a hero to myself But the truth is... I need a rescue. Now its like, I'm too vain and insecure to drive the land and visit her I hide away all immature my pictures sure to fade away So fade away.