Angela’s got her own agenda
Plans her days by the phases of the moon
Angela’s got her own opinions
Never cries and she never speaks too soon
Angela’s got her own intentions
Plans to fly and she means to do it soon
Angela’s got to own attention
Never lies but she never tells the truth
She’s always aloof
It’s an awful lot to be a sad song
But it’s an awful lie to say that it’s okay
To forget who you are
Angela’s got a need for fiction
Metaphors and a rental van to boot
Angela’s got a new addiction
Purple hair and a Sacred Heart tattoo
If only she knew
I know, I know that it’s okay
I’ve been told that you’ll wait till I decide to believe in you
I know, I know we can negotiate the Truth when this is through
But for now, I’m done having it out with you
