I woke up yesterday and thought the world would end. I dragged my feet to work and put my head between my hands. I began excessive debauchery, part economy. I met a stranger who became my friend. Then my angel appeared as I needed him the most. He always seem to know when I’m almost lost, like a ghost.
He fed my starving soul amongst the intoxication- he was like chicken soup for the soul, I’d reckon.
Homeward bound, safely I am enclosed in bed-
Good night angel, you made the devils defeat.
