your voice makes me want to touch the stars
and burn the ground down.
i know people can't do that but somehow i will,
and it will be your fault.
it's your fault that the world burns
and that beautiful castles crumble
because this is not a fairytale darling
and we're not even in wonderland,
but oh how I wish we were.

my bones start to crack
when you start to sing
your wicked lullaby and
i don't understand how
you can have a voice so enchanting
that even my mother falls
in love with it
(her ears haven't heard a sound
for three years because
the sound of her own
voice drives her mad).

and sometimes you wear a
crown of gold and sometimes
you wear a crown of
heartbreak.
it's funny how no one can tell
the difference,
not even me.