no angel on my shoulder
just two like minded devils

ones got a pickaxe, ones got a shovel
one helps me spit tracks, the other wears my muzzle

ones on fire, one is an ocean
one is a liar, the other one knows it

one is a prisoner, one is a judge
ones still missin her, the other holds a grudge

when they first met, they bley themselves to pieces
they talked about regrets so deep, it left the audience speechless

threw themselves on the tracks of a runaway train
tied themselves back, explained the runaways pain

Written by Johnathan