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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