"What My Angels Think Of Me" lyrics

We never talked about the stars that much
You always said you don't believe in that stuff
And so I kept my visions to myself
Love is a dog from Hell
Still, I believe God means well

But I can't tell Mama that I got dressed up
To not look dressed up, to call you up
Oh, all my friends think that I'm in bed at home
Yeah, I'm in bed but I'm not at home
Oh, I hide it all so easily
Tonight, I wonder what my angels think of me

No one down here on Earth gets to know
'Cause I put my phone on airplane mode
I might pretend that I was sick all weekend
Like I did last week and they're all suspicious

But I can't tell Mama that I got dressed up
To not look dressed up, to call you up
Oh, all my friends think that I'm in bed at home
Yeah, I'm in bed but I'm not at home
Oh, I hide it all so easily
Tonight, I wonder what my angels think of me

Running out of excuses
We're a bad idea, I knew it
In a bed of my own making
I ain't been listening lately
Running out of excuses
We're a bad idea, I knew it

Oh, running out of excuses
We're a bad idea, I knew it
Heaven knows I keep making
All the same mistakes, I hate it
I'm running out of excuses
We're a bad idea, I knew it

Oh, I'm running out of excuses
Running out of excuses
Running out of excuses
We're a bad idea, I knew it

We're a bad idea, I knew it