Demon Girl - Cecil Otter

I got an angel in one pocket,

The others full of nickels

One for every time I pulled a pistol on your innocence

You’ve been a victim since you bit your lips under my sheets

Under my spell and I was under your wing

Little bird found her bee and she suffered my sting

No wonder why I sing to any open ears

With enough food for two cents drenched in regret

Best friends since we met but these trends that I set

They came and double crossed me in crisis

I took your king off his throne but I adopted his vices

You said «well I never»

Now if I had a nickel for every time I said never

I’d be rich and have you livin in your picture perfect shoes

If I had an excuse for everytime I left clues

That I was distancing myself from you I’d need a rescue

And if I had a focus for most of these twenty-six years

Dear, I’d be a hero to myself

But the truth is…

I need a rescue.

Now its like,

I’m too vain and insecure to drive the land and visit her

I hide away all immature my pictures sure to fade away

So fade away.