So this is what it’s like 

To have everything 

And then lose it all

To hold an angel in your arms

And then watch her fly away 

To stay in bed for days

Because everything you want 

Is in the sheets with you

And then try to sleep alone 

It almost would have been better

To stay a poor lonely bastard

And never have felt her love 

But of course not

Because as low as the low is now

The high was even higher 

And I’d walk on glass for miles

Burn for years 

And take even more pain

Than the space of my body can contain 

For one more night with her