Throne

You’re on my trail, you sniff me out, out of the crowd
Hear the people, what they’re talking about
Think I could give you everything you want somehow, somehow
You tip your glass, you twist your face to meet with mine
Looking through me like you forgot
I am made of the things you are, I bleed as you bleed
I am to you
A stepping stone
A card to pull
A name to know
In your book
You jot me down
To help you up
Upon your throne
You spread like fire, lions dressed as humble sheep
All of the people with their shimmering dreams
Climbing each other all they want is to be seen, be seen
Do
Do you
Do you really
Do you really want me
Do
Do you
Do you really
(Or do you just want my name?)