Queen of Things

Queen of things

What pain emptiness brings

No songs for my heart to sing

The loneliness stings

I’ve got a heart but no strings

Queen of things

Let me tell you a story about a little girl

Who was only worth what she had

The experiences and wisdom gave her no hats

She often sat there in a closet full of things

Things that would bring all sorts of smiles

But only from the hearts of others

would she hear the song she wanted to sing

Sitting there looking at hats

Wondering if she would ever have one of her own

Did they know she Hadn’t grown

The Blanket she had sewn

Told stories of glory, almost triumph

But those weren’t enough for anyone

What has she really done

Except get fucked up and run

Run from pain, from the emptiness

But only got more of the same

Of that she had plenty

Same of yesterday and no happy endings

More of the same stories told of a time

When she was doing more than perfecting fabrications in her mind

Were they lies?

They made up who she was

But who was that

Those years of molding she will never get back

Tell me what you see

When you look at me

Do you see me?

Or do you see the me I’m trying to make you see

Pain is free and I nothing more to bring

I have no songs to sing

No hats to wear

And i know you don’t care,

Go Dance story telling girl they say

Tell us your stories of your better days

Your best days

Play hatless girl play.

If you don’t make us smile you can’t stay

No room for people with no hats and no purpose

This isn’t that kind of place

We didn’t come here to party

We came to watch you dance

Now tell us your stories

Dance hatless girl, dance.