Untitled Paroles

had some hot tea
'cause it was cold out
hell, we were in Michigan
it's always cold there
at least that's what I hear
but you'd know best
cause you've lived there all your life

That night I was in this noisy bar
with lots of hipsters
and a couple of drunk guys
And you know how much I hate using microphones
but I kinda had to
'cause my voice hurt a bit
Too much singing and smoking
too many noisy bars
too many Grayhounds
not enough orange juice

The lights on the stage were warm as whiskey you knew everything
I knew you too
I knew all about you
all of your stories
your eyes betrayed you

So please don't ask me for my autograph
I don't really like that
makes me feel kinda strange
like I'm not human or something
like I'm some kind of angel
or maybe a demon
but what's the difference
no one can touch you
angels must get lonely
I'm lonely too
but at least I've got you