Angel's Barrel

If I packed up and left alone
Would they even feign surprise
Take my keys and coat
And drive down to
A river shooting right between the pines

And when they find a current of my teeth and hair
And a body lying right before the bend
How long it'd take to figure out
The hole in my head was the answer

Of course they'd search for prints and any hints
Of envy, money, loss, or love
But God knows, they know
That soft red plush
Was a petal flitting 'round a dove

So when they find a current of my teeth and hair
They'll forget the bullet in the pictures
And when the folder's tossed
I'll return to the bank
And collect my teeth into a smirk

'Cause only fools would try and find the angel
Pointing the gun through the trees
Those spinning rings and gilded wings
Would hardly grant you any leads



Credits
Writer(s): Charlotte Messer, Ian Aviña, Leon Bushelman, Matty Mabry
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