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Lyrics

Verse 1

I left a lipstick mark on your collarbone,

A little flag to claim what I don't own.

You're the kind of girl who doesn't stay,

And I'm the kind of fool who'd beg you anyway.

Your hair like a storm, your hands like a hymn,

I been kneeling at the altar since I let you in.

I told myself, don't worship what destroys you,

Then I knelt again.

Pre-Chorus

God, you're not even trying,

And I'm already on my knees.

Chorus

I could be your princess of nothing,

Your gorgeous little tragedy.

I could be the girl you keep forgetting,

Who you always end up back in need.

I built myself a castle, lit the torches,

Put on the crown, the whole routine.

But you walk in and I am nothing,

Just a mess who wants to be your queen.

Verse 2

You taste like wine I'm not supposed to drink,

You pull me under, make me think.

That drowning slow is just another word,

For everything I ever wanted every time I heard.

Your name in a song on a Tuesday drive,

Your voice in a room and I'm alive.

I said I'm over you, I'm so done with this,

Then you touched my face and I capsized.

Pre-Chorus

God, you're not even trying,

And I'm already on my knees.

Chorus

I could be your princess of nothing,

Your gorgeous little tragedy.

I could be the girl you keep forgetting,

Who you always end up back in need.

I built myself a castle, lit the torches,

Put on the crown, the whole routine.

But you walk in and I am nothing,

Just a mess who wants to be your queen.

Bridge

I know what I am,

I'm the girl in the story.

Who loves too much,

And calls it glory.

Wore my heart like a fucking crown,

Now it's just something you take down.

But God —

I'd let you take it down again.

Final Chorus

I could be your princess of nothing,

Your gorgeous little tragedy.

I could be the girl you keep forgetting,

Who you always end up back in need.

I built myself a castle, lit the torches,

Put on the crown, the whole routine.

But you walk in and I am nothing,

Just a mess who wants to be your queen.

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