i can see you're going through your motions painted red and you're barely breathing cut up, beat down, lucked out positive thoughts man, positive thinking
'cos you're not the prince you once were, but your not as bad as her, no not if you tired you kept your crown, but it's slipping like the sweat on your head, like the girl in your bed
and everything starts and everything ends you just enjoy the conflict, and the cuts that come with treading water, trading awkward glances. It's far too easy.
and like I said, everything ends but these endings get romanticized
I'm just hoping your's does to
you kept your crown, but it's slipping like the sweat on your head, like the girl in your bed