Angels Day In May there were a few that I called friends In June I still didn’t feel like I fit in July in black I found new friends to match An uncomfortable August brings me back (So here I go again flipping thru my notebook, my old songs and sketches just trying, trying to do so good so I write again till I feel fine again) It was angels day and we were on our way To a party when he pulled out a little baggy Little white balls with lots of colors involved And once again I need to write it all (So here I go again flipping thru my notebook, my old songs and sketches just trying, trying to do so good so here I go again trying to solve it with a pen So here I go again writing down my feelings)