FEEL LIKE I AM WALKING ON AIR.

She doesn’t even bat an eyelid. Simply inhales, and blows the air back out through pursed lips, in something like resignation. Asks flatly.

Her voice is haunting and familiar in a way that sends a shiver down Logan’s spine. When the song comes to an end, he exhales heavy a breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding. It takes a moment to shake it off, that swell of emotion. The burn of alcohol down the back of his throat helps, but not enough. Never enough.

She’s made a habit of ignoring the scattered applause, when it comes. No one in this joint really cares for the ambiance, and even Angel herself can have enough sad crooning for a night. Instead she hops delicately off the tiny stage, makes her way across the room in hopes of flagging down the bartender. Accidentally brushes the guy who'd seemed to barely glance at her during the whole gig, and grants him the same treatment in return. But all it really takes is a look, sometimes.

he yawns and smothers it. the stretch makes his bruised jaw throb. 

lie.

breakfast is cold, as cold as our bed.

i’m watching you choke down the words that you said.

i watch you devour, mistake me for bread.

well boy, is you fed? or are you misled?

i gave you the messiest head.

you give me the messiest head.

you turnin’ red.

you wish i was dead.

see you ‘bouta break a sweat.

i won’t let us finish yet.

please don’t take this as a threat.

if you don’t love me no more, then lie.

i heard what you said.

i know that it’s fire flame.

your mouth make a hurricane.

you notice that we in love.

there’s something we cannot change.

it’s the plans we should arrange.

treat her right and she won’t complain.

bring back the title.

got no one to lie to.

there’s no need to lie no more.

bring me a trial.

every move’s vital.

what you gon’ die for, when everyday you told lies.

walls could talk.

been about three days, and i’m comin’ back.

i’m about four days from a heart attack.

i think you make me a maniac. 

we’ve both been seventeen.

fist fight in a limousine. 

but they don’t know.

we both hope there’s something.

we both keep fronting.

it’s a closed discussion.

i’m thinking, ’ damn, if these walls could talk. ’

shit is crazy, right?

i ain’t your baby no more.

been about two weeks since you went away.

i’m about half way through a cabernet. 

i’m wasting a saturday.

you’re so damn good with a bobby pin.

now you’re gonna play me like a violin.

bad at love.

it tastes like jack when i’m kissing him.

so i told him i never really liked his friends.

now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again.

he told me we don’t make it ‘til we graduate.

i told him the music would be worth the wait.

he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate.

i believe that we’re meant to be.

jealousy gets the best of me.

i don’t mean to frustrate.

i always make the same mistakes.

i’m bad at love.

i’m bad at love, but you can’t blame me for trying.

you can’t blame me for trying.

you know i’d be lying saying you were the one that could finally fix me.

looking at my history, i’m bad at love.

i thought that she could really be the one this time.

i never got the chance to make her mine.

she fell in love with little thin white lines.

we never told no one but we look so cute.

i always think about it when i’m riding through.

i know you’re afraid i’m gonna walk away.

each time the feeling fades.

don’t play.

lookin’ as fine as a damn monet.

everybody thirsty, drinks on me.

tryna take back what you say to me.

i don’t give a damn what you say to me.

there ain’t no time for games and me.

i’m moving on.

i’m getting paid.

i’m on my own.

i had some space to deal with it.

it’s getting late.

go and grab someone and find a place to deal with it.

motherfucker, don’t play with me.

i am not the type to be out past dawn.

i am not the type to admit i’m on.

women don’t play no games.

strangers.

she doesn’t kiss me on the mouth anymore.

it’s more intimate than she thinks we should get.

she doesn’t look me in the eyes anymore.

too scared of what she’ll see, somebody holding me.

when i wake up all alone, and i’m thinking of your skin, i remember what you told me.

we’re not lovers, we’re not strangers.

we’re just strangers with the same damn hunger to be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all.

she doesn’t call me on the phone anymore.

she’s never listening.

she says it’s innocent.

i must’ve crossed a line.

i must’ve lost my mind.

i miss the mornings with you laying in my bed.

i miss the memories replaying in my head.

i miss the thought of a forever, you and me.

all you’re missing is my body.

you lost it.

angel on fire.

i woke up to another mess in the living room.

they came again in the night under crescent moon, didn’t wake me in my sleep.

they talk and drink and laugh ‘bout things and fall in love in my backyard.  

i hide and cower in the corner.

conversation’s getting hard.

nobody seems to ask about me anymore.

nobody seems to care about anything i think.

nobody seems to recognize me in the crowd in the background screaming,  ‘ everybody, look at me. ’

i’m faded away.

you know, i used to be on fire.

i’m standing on the ashes of who i used to be.

i used to be a darling starlet like a centerpiece, had the whole world wrapped around my ring.

i flew too closely to the sun that’s setting in the east and now I’m melting from my wings.

i’d talk and drink and laugh ‘bout things and fall in love in my backyard.

now it’s my own anxiety that makes the conversation hard.

devil in me.

you said i would’ve hit the ceiling.

you said i should eat my feelings, head held high.

i won’t take anyone down if I cry tonight.

i still let everyone down when i change in size.

i went tumbling down trying to reach your high.

i scream too loud if I speak my mind.

i don’t wanna wake it up, the devil in me.

gotta wake up.

come back to life.

you said i’m too much to handle.

you said i shine too bright.

i burnt the candle, flew too high.

now i gotta wake it up, the devil in me.

hopeless.

you make it look so easy.

promise that I’m gonna call you back in five.

sorry baby girl, but I can’t tonight.

you make it look so simple.

i’ve known that girl for like my whole life.

back in my hotel and I’m alone inside.

the truth hurts, but secrets kill.

can’t help but thinking that i love it still.

there must be something real.

the good die young, but so did this.

it must be better than i think it is.

gimmie those eyes.

it’s easy to forgive.

you and all your friends all hate me.

you think i’m better when i’m not around.

hear me on the radio and turn it down.

i can’t help the way you made me.

hope that she believin’ in the truth you found.

i can’t find out.