Angel from Texas

Angel’s going to have breakfast

When he gets back

He’s going to sit that boy down

And tell him

This calling the old boyfriend shit

Just ain’t going to fly

When Angel gets home

He’s going to take his time

Eating those pancakes

At the Scrambled Service

There’s no way to ruin a year

That won’t leave you

With an appetite

So he’s just going to go with it

And let the middle thicken up a bit

The El Paso boys

Don’t mind it too much

But when he’s on the road

He gets it good or bad

Depending on how many gyms there are

And whether or not

The brunch is any good

Angel’s still thinking

About Europe

When summer’s over

But you gotta psych yourself up

If you’re going to do a trip like that

On your own

Twelve straight months

And eleven of them

Were full of nothing

But bullshit

He only put up with it

For as long as he did

Because he knew

When it ended

The fuckface would want

A sit-down

Like something

Out of The Godfather

This wasn’t going to be for reconciliation

Just a gateway for a few

Parting shots

Before they both go two miles

Down the road

And pretend the other

Never existed

Angel’s gotta get the hell out of Texas, man

Too many roads

He’s already traveled

And too many pancake stacks

He’d rather not eat

He’s sick of running around

In a circle

Looking for a corner

That just ain’t there

For now it’s nothing

To lose sleep over

Nobody ever made

A big life change in June

But when the weather’s changing

Back east

That’s where he wants to be

Wearing a sweater

In a New England town

Walking by college students

Feeling a chill

And eating warm soup

For dinner

He wants to do one of those

Long gone deals

Where everybody wakes up one morning

To find out
Angel beat the Devil

They’ll predict bad fortune for him

And he hopes they choke

On those sour fucking cookies

Because being poor anywhere

Is still better

Than being rich

In Texas

Angel wants to get up

Out of his hotel bed

And kick the air up

So he can start

Getting used

To the cold

He wants to draw the curtains

And get used to the dark

Turn off his phone

And get used to the quiet

He wants all the things

He doesn’t have now

But he doesn’t want breakfast

There are so many things

He’s hungry for

But closure

Isn’t one of them

The plane leaves at six

And there’s another one

In two days

Coming right back this way

He doesn’t know

If that’ll be the plane

He’s on

But it doesn’t matter

Once you decide

You’re ready to leave

You can go

Whenever

You want