Babble
we are slaying dragons and breaking hearts
throwing temper tantrums for the sake of art
i keep sitting in the middle of the yellow brick road,
picking off the edges
when did i become the queen of imagination?
i keep hoping for your heart to land on my sleeve
a reason for coming around at the end of the dream
i know i shouldn't waste my wishes on birthday candles
i can't keep eating myself into love handles
want me, love me,
find me somewhere in your heart
because i always know where to find you
any fool would know you can't shake love from your heart
need me, care for me
i have you twisted around my heart
good girls like me love freely
snatching me up would be smart
find me a place in your heart