Angels In My Ears Lyrics - Singles - Phat Chance

When I'm not making music I feel fake as hell; 

But still I do this to escape myself; 

And get lost in it, how can I feel like I'm trying to find; 

A sign that my life's not just a waste of my health; 

When I'm here because I failed to jump; 

The saddest part of this all is that I'm not making it up; 

My whole life's another tale of betrayal and lust; 

Where everybody that we love's slowly fading to dust; 

So I can barely face the morning sunlight; 

Like work was a war with a morbid frontline; 

Maybe I'm at peace with my boredom sometimes, 

Or maybe I'm afraid to get up and touch life; 

I don't do it cause I love my home; 

I do it cause I can't leave my comfort zone, 

I've got fears and hesitations, and can't clear my head of the taste 

Of my memories and failures; 

I've got a few bones to pick with god or the devil, or 

Whoever is responsible for letting me be present, here; 

And let me make it perfectly clear; 

It's life itself, not hell or heaven that I fear; 

I've got angels singing in my ears; 

I've got a life full of struggles but time to clear my head; 

And I hope I never forget; 

All the wisdom in the things that they've said; 

I've got music playing in my ears; 

I've got an artists soul but a childs fears, 

I've got lessons learnt at my best and worst, 

And I'm just waiting for the skies to clear; 

I treat my beats like they're bad news, 

Cause there's no hiding from it, or the tidings they bring; 

That's why I see my ink stains like tattoos, 

Cause when you break it down I'm really writing on my skin; 

I think I'm looking for an avenue to raise a complaint 

With whatever big cheese about the pace of the day, 

Cause I really saw my youth like a playful parade, 

So who the hell was on these city roofs making it rain; 

And who can I blame, for the state of my brain, 

Or the way we sit apart when we're taking the train; 

I don't know if it's art, or it's fate; 

Or if I should point the finger at the mirror when I'm shaving today; 

Cause at heart, I'm just a confused boy; 

With feelings under wrap like protecting a new toy; 

And while I find it hard to breathe through that packaging, 

I aint gonna leave cause I'm scared of these mannequins; 

We're all running around trying to act like we get it, 

When we don't, even know where we're headed, 

And if I did, I might have something worth telling, 

Though the likelihood is someone already said it, 

But I've got angels singing in my ears; 

I've got a life full of struggles but time to clear my head; 

And I hope I never forget; 

All the wisdom in the things that they've said; 

I've got music playing in my ears; 

I've got an artists soul but a childs fears, 

I've got lessons learnt at my best and worst, 

And I'm just waiting for the skies to clear;