How The Lady Sings

Oh there it goes The ceiling turning on its side The rush of feeling like you're wrong And wanting to be right It's a fiery scene That couldn't take the heat But if that's the way lady sings Then who am I to think I'm a king? Oh there it goes The realization sinks its teeth Although i bleed entitlement You won't hear it from me It's the soap inside The cut I couldn't hide But if that's the way lady sings Then who am I to think I'm a king? Oh there it goes Apologies have all gone stale I'm back to back on bad habits The Ego's getting frail It's the weed that grows no matter where it goes But if that's the way lady sings Then who am I to think I'm a king? Oh there it goes The disappointment rears its head It's ugly as it's ever been Even uglier it says: You're the spark whose sound Will burn the whole world down So if that's the way the lady sings Then why should I pretend that I'm a king? Oh there it goes The ceiling turning on its side The rush of feeling like you're wrong And wanting to be right It's a fiery scene That couldn't take the heat But that's the way the lady sings Her melody, it says that I'm no king