There once was an angel
From the world up above
He never really quite understood
What it meant to be in love
There once was a man
Who lived for his Impala
Traveling across the country
A hopeless and lost aspirant to finding his small-town nirvana
But the angel had fell
Pulling the man out of Hell
Leaving the man a handprint
With a reddish-scarring tint
With grace the angel flew
Turning his back on the man
Who'd do anything
Just for a helping hand
Every night the man prayed
His calls perfectly displayed
He needed the angel by his side
To be the Bonnie to his Clyde
When all hope had been lost
Their friendship as well
The angel had been put
Under the King of Hell's spell
With betrayal among them
And no redemption to be found
The man intertwined his fingers together
And fell to the ground
Tears streaming down his face
And desperation in his voice
He spoke in a tone that was his best
As he tried to fill the void
"Roses are red
Violets are blue
Pie is sweet
And so are you
I'm here every night
Calling for you
Please come back to me here
Please, I need you
I've tried to hold on
With all of my might
But every time I think of you
My hope isn't as bright
Without you I'm cold
Nothing to do
My soul I'd have sold
If it meant I could have you
The roses have wilted
And the violets are dead
The pie tin is empty
And so is my head"
The angel had heard him
But ignored him instead
Leaving him still
Wishing to be dead
When they reunited once again
Anger resides
The man felt nothing but pain
And all relief subsides
When all were forgiven
And battle cries were no more
The angel and the man
Had yet to implore
But after all that time
The confusion and loss
The man taught the angel
Everyone has flaws
They knew there would never be a happy ending
Or permanent happiness at all
But the man promised the angel
He would never again have to fall
So the two hopeless causes
The man who was lost
And the angel from up above
Had slowly but surely
Fallen in love
