Crooked Crown lyrics

If I could find a cure for your disease,
I`d keep it to myself and oversleep.
And I would brush it slowly through your hair.
Don`t despair,

And I could sell your manuscript away.
Shatter to the lowest bid today
Or toss it down the stairs into your yard, to discard.
You are not a mystery,
More a tragic comedy,
The next day you rise (x4)

Hold me down, I`m your clown.
You refuse to wear your crooked crown.

But when she cries at night,
Goals are in her sight,
But she won`t set it out or get it done,
It just keeps her broken down
She`s trapped inside tensions from her life,
She can`t get around, get around,
I don`t see you breaking down.
Not right...I`m right.
Goals are in her sight,
But she won`t set it out or get it done,
It just keeps her broken down,
She`s trapped inside tensions from her life,
She can`t get around, get around
I don`t see you breaking down,
Not right...I`m right,
The next day your rise (x4)