Alkaline Trio

take your wings outside, you can't fly in here.
besides, a purple sky is better soaring for you my angel.
you're angel, you little devil.
as for me i'll stay inside i'll be just fine and i'll watch from the window.
cannot categorize the nature of this sickness.
a miracle that you're alive, stuck to the roof of my mouth with a staple.
remember last april when we saw u.s. maple?
somehow the singer showed the fireside exactly how i feel.
and we say goodbye and go underground, or up towards the sky
up in smoke burnt down to size.
at least we're still friends, at least we're still alive