Snow Angels

The girls are sleezy around angelic whores,
they want it easy but they go too slow
who showed them what nightmare
that crafted them from a dead candle's cold?

My lonely one drinks gin and tonics
in her wooden apartment above the snow
and my lonely one sits by a toaster oven
to heat her pink little toes.

Well we've taught each other the lessons of lovers
in the future tense of how it feels to be alone
and drinking alcohol is the only remedy to a haert
enflamed with virtues of gold.

Like a simulation, she strips for the mirror
to inspect the scars upon her breasts
and to see if her color was clear
of nightengales flocking beneath her growth
that looked like a mole, but she wasn't
sure, she didn't know that its not just
a simulation, that our deaths come from below.

And the girls are sleezy while the angels are cold
in the snow, and words are easy as long as the
bottle is slow, so don't drink your virtues
while becoming old, don't pour your nightmares
into a cup of gold; it's a simulation
when you pretend to act bold, and it's
a simulation; that is what the angels know.