Texty: Afghan Whigs. Gentlemen. Fountain And Fairfax.

Angel, i'm sober
I got off that stuff
Just like you asked me to
Angel, come closer
So the stink of your lies
Sinks into my memory
She said baby, forever, but i don't like to be alone
So don't stay away too long
Baby, forever, well it's tuesday now
I hear him breathing inside of her

Let me drink
Let me tie off
I'm really slobbering now
Let it stink
Let it dry up
It's impossible
How?

Angel, forever
Don't you promise me what you cannot deliver
Angel, together
I'll be waiting for you on fountain and fairfax