She's short, brunette, and angel-faced and assumes the best of the world
And twisted tight inside my heart I feel for the stupid girl
But that's not my fault
I stay on track and push her through the fancy dinner
When she asks to go home I drive past her house and promise I'll work hard to win her
So we get inside and I watch as she trips over furniture trying to impress me
And I laugh and I smile and pretend to be charmed but I'm waiting until she'll undress me and I'll jump on the chance
I can tell that she's scared
Away from her home

Nobody knows where my angel is but me
Bleeding out in my basement
Black Dahlia style
Nobody tries to find her; they can't see
Till she shows up dismembered
And they mourn for a while

She's tall and thin and raven-haired and talks soft and soothing and smooth
And I know it's cliche to care but this one feels too precious to lose
That's not my fault
I stay on track, flush hazy pink when I’m supposed to
And I let her eyes think I’m starting to sink into my seat, till she's not opposed to my offer
I take her hand in my arm and pitch my voice up high
Four octaves seems like enough
Wait till I'm crying in bed
Like I have to do this
I have to go through with this, I'm sorry

Nobody knows where my angel is but me
Bleeding out in my basement
Black Dahlia style
And nobody tries to find her, they can't see
Till she shows up dismembered
And they mourn for a while

She’s blonde and green-eyed, petrified as her wet dress clings to her skin
She’s desperate and throw-away and it feels less successful to win
That’s not my fault
I stop the car, slide to a halt and start to greet her
And as soon as I speak my body goes weak and I wish I hadn’t wanted to meet her
The gravity of it all presses my shoulders deep
And empathy-stomach bawling messes hold me clean-cut for the realization
It hurts when it’s me

I told her, “nobody knows where my angel is but me,”
I’ll hold her head up and watch nod like, “I agree”
It’s the mutated redundancy
Dictating decisions I make

Nobody knows where my angel is but me
Bleeding out in my basement
Black-dahlia style
And nobody tries to find her, they can't see
Till she shows up dismembered
And they mourn for a while
Till she shows up dismembered
And they mourn for a while
Till she shows up dismembered
And they mourn for a while