the loopwriter

Well, she wants to be the queen, and
then she thinks about her scene.
Well, she wants to live her life,
then she thinks about her life—
pulls her hair back as she screams,
“I don’t really wanna be the queen!”

I won’t ever know what’s on your mind
if you’ll always be hidin’ behind
words you never mean just to be kind—
will there ever be no more of your secret doors?

‘Cause I’m retreating in covers and closing the curtains,
one thing’s for certain, oh—
a year like this passes so strangely
somewhere between sorrow and bliss

And you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone,
and you don’t know who to love until you’re lost.
And you don’t know how to feel until the moment’s passed—
I wish you’d live like you’re made of glass.

Start me up
Open my eyes
Turn me loose and you’ll see why
I was born, born ready

Staring at the pressure now
I won’t quit, not backing down
I was born, born ready