Throne

You’re on my trail, you sniff me out, out of the crowd Hear the people, what they’re talking about Think I could give you everything you want somehow, somehow You tip your glass, you twist your face to meet with mine Looking through me like you forgot I am made of the things you are, I bleed as you bleed I am to you A stepping stone A card to pull A name to know In your book You jot me down To help you up Upon your throne You spread like fire, lions dressed as humble sheep All of the people with their shimmering dreams Climbing each other all they want is to be seen, be seen Do Do you Do you really Do you really want me Do Do you Do you really (Or do you just want my name?)