You can be my queen, Sing me love songs the wind in the trees, sit alone, catch your kiss on the breeze, And giggle at the nothings you whisper to me;
And you can hold my hand the, Mirror shows a man; or until I learn to stand; It aint as though you didn't it clear, So you can hold those till I take them back;
I'm so fucking sick and of writing 'bout my loneliness, And making every song like "if only she notice this"; I try to catch these when they're broken winged, Cause when I tell 'em how I feel I feel like a dick;
And the truth, still we objectify 'em, Till none of them are and the rest of them were lying; And the time while we know they're on consignment, We act as if we buy them by investing in some
And you can try to your fairies in that glass jar, But Tinkerbelle's a 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 under their spells; (uh)
But you can be my queen, Sing me love songs through the in the trees, I'll sit alone, catch 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 until I learn to stand; It aint as though you didn't it clear, So you can hold those tears till I them back;
say that money can't buy happiness, But it can buy women, now that so accurate? And now acting like the fact that you were actually, The devil in disguise was a foot note from the asterix;
And I don't know if I it, But I feel like I lost myself in your bag magic I see your lips like an hit, Bury my bones in the hat where that lives;
And nothing to gained through me messing around, Cause she just another with her head in the clouds; So until we part ways I'm dead in the ground, it all girl you can wear that crown;
Cause you can be my queen, Sing me love songs 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 my hand till the Mirror shows a man; or until I learn to stand; It aint as you didn't make it clear, So you can hold tears till I take them back;
I'm of chasing them around in this hedge maze, I'm looking for a I'm not searching for a best mate; And I don't mean to hold you down with dead weight; But little is screaming for a friend till she's red faced;
And I don't that I'm the type to ignore them, Maybe because I'm weak, or maybe because awesome; Got girls on the mind and up in my chorus, So I'll sing about 'em till nothing is 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 aint as though you didn't it clear, So you can hold those tears till I take them
Love, that the feeling of desperation, Where you recognize their faces when you reach the basement; Love, that the feeling of desperation, Where you recognize their faces when you reach the basement;
Love, aint that the of desperation, Where you their faces when you reach the devils basement; Love, that the feeling of desperation, Where you recognize their faces when you the devils basement;
So then I went to mcdonalds, and I went 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 it