Angels Seem to Know

Angels seem to know

(Can’t everything have meaning?)

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I place my books by the stairs,

my bag is somewhere but I don’t know where.

If my phone happens to ring, I prays it’s happiness that it brings

I don’t wanna sit in a world of my own,

Lost and alone,

Fed up and bored

Deep, and adored,

sultry, but ignored.

It’s always a reality, but I feel self-assured,

cut the cords,

let it happen,

then we can move on.

Whether you were right, or I was wrong,

it’s just a sentence and we don’t belong.

Nothing else to do but go home and drink,

where the bottles cluster behind the sink.

As I wipe the slate clean, I dream about other beings,

a lifestyle with feeling,

can’t everything have meaning?

I’m exhausted by murky moans,

silent groans,

oh carry on,

sticks and stones,

break my bones.

Tomorrow I won’t care,

because I will get up and I’ll wash my hair,

put my shoes on, and go running and think about nothing.

It may pay off well, but it’s not another spell,

they saved a space for me in hell.

Angels seem to know.

Don’t keep your life in the sun,

It will stain you dry and then you’ll do nothing but wonder why.

It’s too much of a head lock and you know you’re going to cry.

It’s got you searching like a shepherd and his flock,

if it happens to be me that’s standing in the dock, then I won’t laugh out loud, I won’t mock.

I was only messing, my life really is a blessing.

I’m not in disguise,

But I am honest and I am wise.

I know what you’re thinking when you’re drowning and you’re sinking,

I catch a glimpse without blinking.

I see a hole in the carpet and I just let it burn,

as we take a new turn.

You won’t think twice, once I discern the rules and regulations,

they just weren’t meant for me.

Angels seem to know,

that now my soul has found the key,

I know where I need to be.

I’m good and I know I’m good,

constantly misunderstood,

but that’s not the point.

I got so lost in this joint , I got sucked in with time,

and now I’m pacing in my prime.

Looking for the divine, playing with rhymes

but making couplets.

Hanging in with the new, and shading out the blue.

Sometimes I’m happy, and sometimes I’m sad,

but I guess it’s just people, they are just so unethically mad.

Decide what you are, and follow it through.

What else really, can you do?

When I feel like I’m in a mood,

and it’s been a while since I’ve stewed,

I am almost always artistic.

And I stand by my status,

The heavens are proud,

When they smile, they lift the clouds.

Don’t blame me for being loud, but it often happens when I’m standing in a crowd.

Angels seem to know.

So it looks like I get my readings for free

I can hang up the phone and just be me,

tell me what I want to hear,

tell me so I can shed more tears.

Please listen, I have ears, help me, burn out all my fears.

Angels, they seem to know,

just can’t everything have meaning?

It would make me a better person,

Thoughts would never worsen,

like a magic moon beam, greeting you by the edge of the sea,

Sunrise and glee.

You don’t always have to take everything to the extreme,

but keep me sane,

rid the drain, learn from inner pain,

elect the road that speaks your name.

Angels seem to know, allow yourself to grow.