Seamstress

[Hook A] I kept an angel In a box beneath my bed Little beast had broke her jaw And I tried to fix her head They said I had to put her back That I had to put her back exactly where I found her But I know, I saw That she was doing good Until the cat got her [Verse 1] And I came to write a letter But my pen was full of hymns I came to drown a sorrow It seems they've learned to swim Mouth full of pins and heart pumping gasoline It's late I'm still at the sewing machine Stitching up strays fifteen years But this one's mean Well I fixed you up When they said you were past repair And I stitched you up I thread a needle with my hair And I fixed you up When you were still a common sparrow But look who's on the shoulder now When the road goes narrow [Hook B] I kept an angel In a box beneath my bed Little bitch had broke her jaw And I tried to fix her head They said I had to put her back That I had to put her back exactly where I found her But I know, I saw That she was doing good Until the cat got her [Verse 2] Well I'm putting you out of my misery We ain't got much but we've got history It was a mercy kill No It was a suicide No It was an accident No Well at least I tried With soft drugs and seam ripper Tough love and tape measure Stitching up boys is different that way You fix a bird, you buy a cage You fix a man You fix a man, and he flies away [Bridge] When I ran out of thread I couldn't let go But that's not sewing, that's That's just poking holes And it's a strange breed A different kind of creature Looks for love through the eye of a needle But the creed of the seamstress is That you're pretty in pieces [Hook A] [Verse 3] Take a seat and let me get a look at your face Busted, back's been broke for days Not much, little something for the pain Don't fuss, or I'll never get a seam to lay straight And I keep it clean as I can with just Just the machine and the mattress plus I never did need for a pattern, just Some good restraints and my bedside manner [Bridge] When I ran out of thread, I couldn't let go But that's not sewing, that's That's just poking holes When I ran out of thread, I couldn't let go But that's not sewing, that's That's just poking holes