Marble fills his brittle bones
He sits so beautifully alone
Up high in your minds pedestal
Inside in him, you will build a broken home
He's pumping plaster through your veins
Throw those love letters into the flame
You only have yourself to blame
At least now you know he knows your name
He's chiseled, he's fine
He'll take you high and leaving you crying
He's celestial at home in the sky
But you keep trying
He's gone cold, they say It's true, he's divine
But you keep lying to yourself after all
Eventually all angels fall
He'll mount your wings up in the wall
And play your pretty cherub doll
He'll play your
A masterpiece you cannot touch
You promise that to looks enough
He'll never know you like you want
You know you'll never be the one he loves
You can't play cupid, can't play god
Holding him close with sharpened claws
Plastic trees don't grow, don't rot
Who's gonna tell him?
He should've stuck to blondes
He's chiseled, he's fine
He'll take you high and leaving you crying
He's celestial at home in the sky
But you keep trying
He's gone cold, they say It's true, he's divine
But you keep lying to yourself after all
Eventually all angels fall
He'll mount your wings up in the wall
And play your pretty cherub doll
He'll play your
He'll play your
Pretty cherub doll