We argue in the kitchen about whether to have children
About the world ending in the scale of my ambition
And how much his art really worth
The very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most
But you need your rotten heart,
your dazzling pain like diamond rings
You need to go to war to find material to sing
I am no mother,
I am no bride,
I am king
I need my golden crown of sorrow,
my bloody sword to swing
My empty hopes to echo with grand self mythology
I am no mother,
I am no bride,
I am king I am no mother,
I am no bride,
I am king
But a woman is a changeling,
always shifting shade
Just when you think you have it figured out,
something new begins to take
Strange claws of these,
scratching at my skin I never knew my killer would be coming from
within I am no mother,
I am no bride,
I am king
I am no mother,
I am no bride,
I am king
I need my golden crown of sorrow,
my bloody
sword to swing I need my empty hopes to echo with grand self
mythology Cause I am no mother,
I am no bride,
I am
king I am no mother,
I am no bride,
I am king
I am no mother,
I am no bride,
I am king
I was never as good as I always thought I was
But I knew how to
dress it up, I was never satisfied
It never let me go,
just dragged me by my hair and back home with the shame