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You said I was chosen
Like a crown in a locked glass case
Polished up for your moments
Then hidden when you’re saving face
Sunday suit at your table
Wrong fork
Wrong wine
Wrong laugh
You toast to the family fable
I drink to the panic attack
Blue blood running through your halls
But mine’s still red when it stains the walls
You raise your glass
I bite my tongue
Guess I’m not the right kind of broken one
Blue blood
You can keep your throne
If it means I can leave alone
You call it love
You call it trust
But all I taste is iron and dust
Portraits stare from the staircase
Every frame weighing down my name
You script every little handshake
Say
Smile They don’t need your pain
I’m the crack in the marble
You pretend you don’t see
Yet you pray I die noble
While you’re killing the real in me
Blue blood running through your halls
But mine’s still red when it stains the walls
You raise your glass
I bite my tongue
Guess I’m not the right kind of broken one
Blue blood
You can keep your throne
If it means I can leave alone
You call it love
You call it trust
But all I taste is iron and dust
Maybe I was made
For dirty shoes and rainy streets
Not these perfect plates
Where silence passes for we’re pleased
Watch me wash your color off
In the sink
Down the drain
If I bleed
If I’m soft
At least the red is mine again
Blue blood running through your halls
But mine’s still red when it stains the walls
You raise your glass
I bite my tongue
I’m not your polished
Pretty
Quiet one
Blue blood
You can keep your throne
I found a heartbeat of my own
You call it loss
You call it dust
I call it walking out of us
