Ask me to fetch your crown, like the others would
Don’t pretend we haven’t seen your faded curtain
Hide behind your first impression, leave this town for good
Ask me how and I wish I could say for certain
All the time you passed them by, they turned their heads to look
Watch them while they get in line to be your servant
We can fake their native sounds, we may get by their world
Call me out on things you write that I am certain
Call me out to say your life as if to say I could
Don’t pretend we haven’t seen your faded servant
We can fake that native sound and make it like they would
Call me out on things I write that you inverted
Hide behind your first impression, leave this town for good
Ask me how and I wish I could say for certain…