You can be my queen, Sing me songs through the wind in the trees, sit alone, catch your kiss on the breeze, And giggle at the nothings that you to me;
And you can hold my hand the, Mirror shows a man; or just until I learn to It as though you didn't make it clear, So you can hold those tears I take them back;
I'm so fucking sick and of writing 'bout my loneliness, And making song like "if only she would notice this"; I try to catch birds when they're broken winged, Cause when I tell 'em how I feel I feel a total dick;
And the truth, still we objectify 'em, Till of them are perfect and the rest of them were lying; And the whole time we know they're on consignment, We act as if we buy them by investing in some
And you can try to keep your fairies in that jar, But a mistress who'll feed you to her card sharks; And while I'd to put the blame someone else, It aint as though they forced me to fall under spells; (uh)
But you can be my queen, Sing me love through the wind in the trees, I'll sit alone, catch your on the breeze, And at the nothings that you whisper to me,
And you can hold my hand the shows a man; or just until I learn to stand; It aint as though you didn't it clear, So you can hold those tears till I take back;
They say money can't buy happiness, But it can buy women, now isn't so accurate? And now you're acting the fact that you were actually, The devil in was just a foot note from the asterix;
And I know if I imagined it, But I feel like I lost myself in your bag magic I see lips like an addicts hit, Bury my bones in the hat that rabbit lives;
And there's nothing to through me messing around, Cause she just another angel with her in the clouds; So until we ways cause I'm dead in the ground, Take it all girl you can wear crown;
Cause you can be my queen, Sing me love through the wind in the trees, I'll sit alone, your kiss on the breeze, And at the nothings that you whisper to me,
And you can hold my till the Mirror a man; or just until I learn to stand; It as though you didn't make it clear, So you can hold those tears till I take back;
I'm sick of chasing them around in this maze, I'm looking for a lover I'm not searching for a mate; And I don't mean to hold you with this dead weight; But little miss is screaming for a till she's red faced;
And I don't that I'm the type to ignore them, because I'm weak, or maybe because they're awesome; Got on the mind and women up in my chorus, So I'll sing about 'em till is more important;
you can be my invisible queen, Sing me love through the wind in the trees, I'll sit alone, catch kiss on the breeze, And at the nothings that you whisper to me,
And you can hold my hand the Mirror shows a or just until I learn to stand; It as though you didn't make it clear, So you can hold those till I take them back;
Love, aint that the of desperation, Where you recognize their faces when you the devils basement; Love, aint the feeling of desperation, Where you their faces when you reach the devils basement;
Love, aint that the of desperation, Where you recognize their faces when you reach the basement; Love, aint that the of desperation, Where you recognize their faces when you the devils basement;
So then I went to mcdonalds, and I up to the girl at the counter and I said, you can be my partially visible queen... my opaque princess if you will... and she was, she was down with it