[Hook 2x: Ed Sheeran]
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly

[Jester]
Molested by her dad, ran away when she turned 18
Now she's being abused by her dealer, raped by his fiend
Tryna block out the pain, she gotta glass pipe dream
Can't feel her wrists bleedin', listenin' to a white screen
Turn the TV on, radio up, ignore her screams
Black eye, ripped shirt, blue lips, torn jeans
Reading to pass time, cracks in the walls unseen
Reading between the white lines, crack she falls between
Sitting in the corner shakin', she wants to return home
Plungin' into her arm, burnin' her bone
Haven’t gotta penny to her name, can’t afford to answer the phone
In the air she can feel her chances being blown
Under the bed wrapped in sheets, she wants to be left alone
In & out of consciousness, she can hear deaths tone
Eyes rollin' back, mouth full of foam
In the bath overdose, the whole bag she doused on her own