Fake Angels - Lovedrug

I’m locked inside my room

How I’d love to go anywhere but here

I’ve traveled 'round the world

I’ve never met a star, I’ve never found a soul to know

And all these fake angels scratching walls

In the bedroom down the hall

And all these dead spiders in the basement

With their legs all coming off, I need

Put me a box, fold me like a shirt

This is who you are, it hurts

But you got inside my head

This is not a dream, these are not my meds, I scream

And all these fake angels scratching walls

Oh my God, they’re in the hall

And it’s hard to see the exit

With your back against the door

No, you’re a curse on my body

And oh, what a cruel joke she learned

And oh my God, I must stop my body

And this is what you said, I was just in the room

And oh, this is the end

Oh, this is the end

Oh, this is the end

Oh, this is

And all these fake angels scratching walls

In the bedroom down the hall

And all these young sparkle leaves arise

On a plane to paradise, yeah