Your Arrow

Shot through, the arrow from above the clouds, a missile raining down Dissolve your expectations, all along I was acting like a clown I wear the crown Is it me? The one who makes you feel stupid, who wears the angel wings like Cupid to keep you calm, every time that I've done wrong Is it me? The one coming home every weekday, hoping that you didn't leave me while I was gone, as I'm walking up the lawn Is it me? The one adorned with the fool's crown, who said he'd never let you down, but then he bombed, his brain's been gone for far too long You act like I'm the best, and maybe all these things are in my head Don't want to lose you Beside you's the only place I safely rest Your arrow Your arrow Shot through, the arrow from above the clouds, a missile raining down Dissolve your expectations, all along I was acting like a clown I wear the crown