Runaway Crown

"Warm summer night, a gentle breeze Black jacket, torn up jeans on scraped knees Walking down the street dodging working bees Far from their Queen and her decrees Gliding through the crowd Head up in the cloud Heart beating the sound Echoes underground She wears a runaway crown, Built from ashes on the ground. No one is around In this city she won’t drown Oh, she wears a runaway crown, Black lipstick, cigarette kiss, Dreams collapse in alleys like this. Her lullabies, a siren’s cry, She builds her throne where the lost lie. Charming them with voice Giving them a choice To listen to her songs And feel like they belong Chorus She wears a runaway crown, Built from ashes on the ground. Alone no more, friends all around City’s lights her veil for now. Oh, she wears a runaway crown, In the dark she found her grace, No one to tell her she’s out of place. If love’s a grave, she’s an undead, A black rose blooming through the dread. Chorus She wears a runaway crown, Built from ashes on the ground. City’s lights her wedding gown. Married to grit, sworn at dawn A queen of the underworld is born Ohhhh, she wears a runaway crown"