Crooked Crown

If I could find a cure for your disease
I’d keep it to myself and oversleep
And I would brush it slowly through your hair
Don’t despair
And I could sell your manuscript away
Shatter to the lowest bid today
Or toss it down the stairs into your yard, to discard
You are not a mystery
More a tragic comedy
The next day you rise (x4)
Hold me down, I’m your clown
You refuse to wear your crooked crown
But when she cries at night
Goals are in her sight
But she won’t set it out or get it done
It just keeps her broken down
She’s trapped inside tensions from her life
She can’t get around, get around
I don’t see you breaking down
Not right… I'm right
Goals are in her sight
But she won’t set it out or get it done
It just keeps her broken down
She’s trapped inside tensions from her life
She can’t get around, get around
I don’t see you breaking down
Not right… I'm right
The next day your rise (x4)