Lyrics – She Wears the Crown

She Wears the Crown

Here she comes, she’s a writer, you know
She keeps a snowball in her pocket just for show
What you say, best to keep it vague
She’s counting on you to count her mistakes by the lake

When she writes, it makes me wonder what she’s jotting down
All I know is she flipped the script, yeah, she’s a proper noun

When she’s down, she builds a hole
Reaches high by digging low
She wears a compass for direction from magnetic poles
She’ll take a chance, yeah, she’ll take a stance
She’s a gaslight in the coalmine of happenstance

When she writes, it makes me wonder what she’s jotting down
All I know is she flipped the script, yeah, she’s a proper noun
She wears the crown, she wears the crown

What’s your sign, Scorpio?
She has suspicions based on hunches and horoscopes
Say her name just the same everyday
To her, it’s about diction, but to you it’s about how to exclaim

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