King

Fifteen missed calls, Six messages, Only good enough When you’re on my skin. Easy to forget, forget about me, Told me you were busy The whole week. Maybe I’m drunk, Maybe I’m weak, But I just want you to just want me. Lost in your gaze, God, I’m so naive, Gotta outgrow this narrative. Burning the pages, My king, am I part Of your grand design? Fixing the breakage That you left in your wake When you stepped on my heart. Burning the pages. Locked inside your kingdom walls, Wonder if you're inside there. Have to make sure before I disappear. But you have the nerve To tell me it’s my fault. You never admit, Even when you are wrong. I know you’re drunk, I know you’re weak, And you only call When you’re lonely. Lost in your gaze, God, I’m so naive, Gotta outgrow this narrative. Burning the pages, My king, am I part Of your grand design? Fixing the breakage That you left in your wake When you stepped on my heart. Burning the pages. I’m no maid, I’m no mother. Shouldn’t have to fill your cup up Until there’s nothing left of me. I’m not waiting for no saviour, If I was, you wouldn’t be able To save me. Burning the pages, My king, am I part Of your grand design? Fixing the breakage That you left in your wake When you stepped on my heart. Burning the pages.