I took my wings and my Halo
And I threw them out the window.
I drove to a meadow,
And I set them on fire.
I don't believe you say what you mean,
and mean what you say
Even when you say that you love me.
So I got on a plane
and rode it to Spain
and I rode in a rodeo there.
But the bells and the whistles
of the security systems
lead me to tread
Where I wouldn't dare.
You wear your heart on your sleeve
With your elegant way of telling me
It's time to go.
and I pushed and I shoved.
And through it all,
I still don't feel loved.
Hurt is my elegance.
