Tiny crown on the dresser
Silk dress pooled on the floor
She's scrolling through her own kingdom
Just four pale walls
One locked door
Half a cake in the kitchen
Candles burned down at noon
All her wishes still unspoken
Floating quiet in the room
Lonely princess
Talking to the ceiling again
Spinning circles in her faded bed
Like a carousel in her head
Lonely princess
Waving from a window of glass
Heart on the sill as the hours pass
Waiting for herself to come back
Tea set set for an army
Only echoes take a seat
She paints faces on the pillows
So someone asks how she's been
Gold frame
Crooked on the plaster
Shows a girl with brighter eyes
She traces them with a finger
Whispers
Meet me on the other side
What if the dragon
Is just her doubt dressed up in smoke
What if the tower
Is every rule she never wrote
She takes that dusty paper crown
Folds it small
Slips it in her chest
I'll be my own rescue now
First command as empress
