(Talking) You know you look like an angel When you're sleeping, right? Come on, wake up girl I know you're not going to spend Your whole birthday in the shower I'm gonna go pack up the car Looks like it's gonna rain C'mon, don't worry about it (Verse 1) It's only sprinkling, I tell her Nothing is wrong And we playing the license plate game And I'm lovin what she keep doin to my inner thigh Rockin' the diamond earrings I gave her She's smilin', looking angelic All her friends secretly hate her beauty She know she got it, Got me where she want me, all erotic Next to her hand, The k is burning a whole in my pocket I pull it over get her a soda I'm half-gone hit the bathroom Stick the key in the jar to turn it back on Look in the mirror, throw some water on my face I'm snotty thinking of things I'm 'bout to do to my girl's body Ihe rain is picking up now, my eyes are kind of lazy The sky is hazy, she's like 'you look pale' I say she was crazy Push the pedal to the floormat Hydroplane corrected it fast Then slowed down past a car crash She put her head on my shoulder Says she was gettin a little sleepy Don't worry baby, we're minutes from heaven (Recording from Suicidal Failure) Snap out of it Cage, snap out of it It's just a girl It's my world It's just my life (Verse 2) I picked my face up with glass in it Can't remember the last minute Glovebox: my girl's face smashed in it I called her name out but she ain't respond Pulled her shoulder back, touched her arm Her entire fucking face is gone I see her breathing, I'm pleading with jesus Leave her lifeless don't leave her like this Reach for the birthday balloon of nitrous I'm trying to dial for help with hands I can't feel Stuck in the driver's seat My broken ribs gripping the steering wheel She squeezed my hand and let go I should have been sittin shotty And the rain wouldn't still Be pouring all over that angel's body I'm trying to crawl back In the k-hole to get out of the car But the k won't climb out Of my nose and back in the jar This isn't her I tell myself At least she's happy Wherever she is her soul Is out looking at me I pump my fist to bleed out To catch her and let the worms play And tell her I'm sorry I gave her death for her birthday