There was a storybook inside her mind
Elle never read it; she never thought
She’d have to read it, well Elle got lost
Across the caves is the powder and rust
Make up words for what you’ve begun
Thought you were happy just being sad
I never wanted to be that song
I’d laugh at anything to carry on
Across the caves his diamonds are dust
Still you’re filled with birthdays and bugs
Gray lost your thoughts in her family’s home after dinner then
Broke all that fought in her gaudy throne, kids them just to win
Across the caves is powder and rust
Make up words for what you’ve begun
Across the caves his diamonds are dust
Still you’re filled with birthdays and bugs
Hey my king, I know it’s late to be great
But obviously your stoic tone won't float with holes
All ordinary, I know it’s right to be like
