by Notelle
I want to write like Sufjan Stevens, make em cry with a mandolin.
Sing a song in a tongue I don’t speak with, get it down with a silver tipped pen.
I want to fight like old king Henry, lose a knife in my enemies throat.
See a horse as a thing I gotta break in, win a war, take an oath.
Find a girl who don’t wanna be Khaleesi, I can tell you she’s a liar right there,
Nothing hotter than a Mad King’s daughter, who is smarter than her father, with that ice white hair.
Can I rise from the grave like Lazarus, I wanna know what it’s like to be dead,
Let me see who’ll be crying at my funeral, wonder who’ll laughing, who’ll be happy that I left.
Me me me myself myself and lies
Oh so troubled Gemini
I could change my face a hundred times
Oh so troubled Gemini
I could walk through the village like Hester, turning heads, dripping wet with sin,
Cause I would rather live my life with a proud loud letter, be a whore than a bore with the Puritans.
Maybe I could be the same as Samwise, I don’t have to be the hero in the end,
Share in all the pain, and the struggle and the worry, but the end of every story,
give the glory to a friend.
Me me me myself myself and lies
Oh so troubled Gemini
I could change my face a hundred times
Oh so troubled Gemini
I can make you love me oh depending who I choose
Make it easy living, no identity to lose
Me me me myself myself and lies
I could change my face a hundred times
Oh so troubled Gemini