Angel Of Mine

I’m alone inside this motel room
That looks like the cremation of the remains
Of a feeling once so alive but now locked inside this tomb
I’m staring at an overfilled ashtray
Playing hop scotch down along an empty valley
That walks circles around me like a shadow of vultures
Waiting for a fresh kill to decay
Give hate a bouquet for the love I've felt
Act as a centerpiece of emotion under a flame and watch it melt
And maybe I shouldn't have knocked that devil straight down on his knees
As he was sitting on my shoulder trying to say to me
“This is no more than cloak and dagger, it’ll bring nothing but tears.”
I guess my only excuse really doesn't matter
‘Cause I was to busy lusting on that angel while
She was whispering sweet stuff in my ears.