Ten miles of white houses
Sitting in the dust
Suburban light floods in
To wake us up
Pale kid, cold complexion
Color flushed
Just washed out tired children
Words can only say so much
Of me
Wants to rearrange
Everything
I ever made
But I should want to be
Fine with how I'm made
Living in my reign
Oh, I don't want this, no
Oh, should i want this
Ten miles of robes and ribbons
I optioned out
Why waste my freedom with the ones
Who put me down?
You're not a god, you're just a boy
Who talks real loud
You've got real good at faking joy
And I sure hope that you're proud
Of what
You wanna imitate
A shallow heart, a shorter fate
I am not the bone to pick
Say it to my face
Tremble in my reign
Oh, I don't want this
No
Oh, should I want this
Oh, I don't want this
No
Oh, should I want this