We call her name like she's the queen.
Lips quiver with understated pleas.
So this is what "your highness" means.

The analog clock wails 4:18.
Our voices muffled in this cool sea.
We call her name like she's the queen.

You, my own porcelain figurine,
Each tiny chip of you impales me.
So this is what "your highness" means.

No room for time here in between,
All else I've known has been set free.
We call her name like she's the queen.

Quake my pulse like a tambourine,
Let me teach your mouth to see.
So this is what "your highness" means.

Powerless when she intervenes;
Royalty lives between the knees.
We call her name like she's the queen.
So this is what "your highness" means.

Here’s a fun fact
My music doesn’t effect the way that i act
So if that’s your excuse for why I’m me
Don’t use it
In fact the way that
It’s the way I act effects my music
They are my own **** decisions

And I’m not religious
Just because it’s prestigious
Doesn’t mean it makes living life
Any Less vicious
And I do my best to make all the right decisions
but at night have all these vivid
Visions about how I’ve been living
And it seems like their giving
me a sign
Or maybe their just playing with my mind
or telling me it’s time
That stop trying to write poetry
Stop trying to rhyme.

Or..
Maybe their showing me
Who I’m supposed to be
But what if what I’m supposed to be
Isn’t what I chose to be
does it mean that it’s the end for me
and all my dreams
Sometimes
the way it seems.

Now with all that said

I have a question
When you’re stuck in a world of emotional suppression
and deep depression
and you wanna spill your guts
but they won’t let you make a confession
whats the point of life?
Whats my life lesson ?

A wretched demon invaded my soul,
wanted his **** and feeling quite bold
Flying above and stalking his prey,
darkening the skies with his wings of grey

Beckoning calls and thunderstorms roars,
getting much closer,  looking for more.
His site is unholy, that unwieldy beast,
A fire breathing dragon ready to feast.

My sword at the ready with shield in hand,
Hell was coming fast, not by a chance.
He came for blood, but missed a mile.
Next time around, I just looked and smiled.

Two mores passes by feet did he miss
my sword struck him swiftly with
fifteen hits
He crashed in the trees, feeling beset
The dragon went down with my sword in his chest.

I respected the beast for his hard valiant fight.
Standing up tall, I felt like a knight.
His attack was for not, I do not know why.
He wanted his **** but he is the one that died