What a King
How do we know we're so innocent,
willing to stake our lives on it?
What do we do when we're alone?
A red light on an empty street,
a stray wallet with no ID.
Maybe she said yes before.
What if there is a finite amount
of right left in the world to go around?
"Can guilt really feel that bad?"
(x) What a king.
You wear the crown
but don't amount to anything.
What a joke.
She stitched your robes
but doesn't owe you anything.
The wrong change at the liquor store,
a new dent in the passenger door.
Maybe she said no too late.
How do we know we're so innocent,
willing to stake our lives on it?
What do we do when we're alone?
(x)
willing to stake our lives on it?
What do we do when we're alone?
A red light on an empty street,
a stray wallet with no ID.
Maybe she said yes before.
What if there is a finite amount
of right left in the world to go around?
"Can guilt really feel that bad?"
(x) What a king.
You wear the crown
but don't amount to anything.
What a joke.
She stitched your robes
but doesn't owe you anything.
The wrong change at the liquor store,
a new dent in the passenger door.
Maybe she said no too late.
How do we know we're so innocent,
willing to stake our lives on it?
What do we do when we're alone?
(x)