you came in without your makeup wearing your new junk store dress
your face covered in curls and tears, your eyes lit up like fifteen beers
you said your head was finally clear, you told me that you’re leaving here
…
we’re gonna break you out of there, open up the window and let down your hair
lit up like a dance floor, driving down the turnpike, hope the ropes aren’t too tighti am the emperor
that is what the crown is for, that is what the throne is for
that is what the robes are for, that is what the gloves are for
this feels like a holy war
all i’m really asking for is open up the bathroom door
