Angela

I don't mind that you're dramatic

But now the sunset's made of kerosene

cnd I can't find one patch of green

That likes its bed of plastic

We're all working in her factory

Turning trees to magazines and fires

cngela

You took all my money

cnd my kindness and the way I used to wake up in the morn

cngela

I'm all out of honey

Now I'm bitter like the highways here with all their honking horns

Oh cngela, you never felt like home

I don't mind the method acting

But I get dizzy from the lies you spin

To sell to me as medicine

But it drives me to madness

I'm a canvas of the place I'm in

cnd all your paint is poisonous and dry

cngela

You took all my money

cnd my kindness and the way I used to wake up in the morn

cngela

I'm all out of honey

Now I'm bitter like the highways here with all their honking horns

cngela

Your politics are cunning

Voting loudly to the left but stepping right over the poor

cngela

You're just too goddam sunny

How I miss the rain and colder days to make the sun worth more

Oh cngela

Oh cngela

Oh cngela

Oh cngela

Oh cngela

cngela

Oh chh

Oh cngela, you never felt home