Angel Dust

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Pink coat, crooked grin, strutting through the lobby Making every bad decision look a little less sloppy Four eyes on the trouble, six ways to spin it I walk in wearing chaos like I was born in it [Pre-Chorus] You can laugh at the glitter You can call me a mess But the jokes get much louder When they cover the stress [Chorus] I’m Angel Dust, baby, don’t blink twice Sugar on the tongue with a venomous bite I’ll light up the room, then vanish in smoke Make a crown from the wreckage and laugh at the joke Angel Dust, yeah, I’m hard to hold Pretty little disaster with a heart of gold If heaven won’t have me, I’ll make my own rush Raise a glass to the trouble—call me Angel Dust [Verse 2] Late-night deals and a pocket full of secrets Everybody wants the sparkle, nobody wants the weakness I learned how to flirt with the edge of the knife Keep a joke in my mouth and a bruise out of sight [Pre-Chorus] You can stare at the glitter You can call me a mess But there’s more underneath it Than the world wants to guess [Chorus] I’m Angel Dust, baby, don’t blink twice Sugar on the tongue with a venomous bite I’ll light up the room, then vanish in smoke Make a crown from the wreckage and laugh at the joke Angel Dust, yeah, I’m hard to hold Pretty little disaster with a heart of gold If heaven won’t have me, I’ll make my own rush Raise a glass to the trouble—call me Angel Dust [Bridge] Under all this glitter, I’m still learning how to breathe If I turn the pain to punchlines, maybe pain won’t swallow me So if you see me falling, don’t mistake it for defeat I’m still here, still shining, still dancing on my feet [Final Chorus] I’m Angel Dust, baby, don’t blink twice Sugar on the tongue with a venomous bite I’ll light up the room, then vanish in smoke Make a crown from the wreckage and laugh at the joke Angel Dust, yeah, I’m hard to hold Pretty little disaster with a heart of gold If heaven won’t have me, I’ll make my own rush Raise a glass to the trouble—call me Angel Dust [Outro] Pretty little disaster, still impossible to hush Raise a glass to the trouble—Angel Dust