Lyrics

So you moved on too soon and now you’re feeling lost.
Saw me out on the town and upset I was not.
Looks like you found someone new to carry your bag.
Someone to complain to when your life is a drag,
Which is every day!

Yeah, you're my little angel
Yeah, patron saint of pitiful
Yeah, it’s time to cut these strings
You’ve got the hardest working wings in the world!

So you thought I’d miss your face if you pushed me away.
You seem shocked that I’m not crawling back in a daze.
Glad you found somebody new to carry your bags,
Another sucker to drag when you're feeling sad,
Which is every day!

Yeah, you’re my little angel,
Yeah, patron saint of pitiful.
Yeah, it’s time to cut these strings
You've got the hardest working wings in the world!

Yeah you’re my little angel,
Yeah, patron saint of pitiful.
Yeah, you’re my little angel,
Yeah, the things you do are chemical.
Yeah, it’s time to cut these strings
You've got the hardest working wings in the world!
You’ve got the hardest working wings in the world!