[04:14.00]Crown- Vienna
[04:14.00]词：Vienna
[04:14.00]曲：Vienna
[04:14.00]企划：落落
[04:14.00]paper crown- Vienna
[04:14.00]词：Vienna
[04:14.00]曲：Vienna
[04:14.00]企划：落落
[04:14.00]You wore a borrowed blazer, talked of future fame
[04:14.00]In my dorm room, planning castles out of flashcards and daydreams
[04:14.00]We were a perfect picture, a vintage Polaroid smile
[04:14.00]But you colored outside the lines after just a little while
[04:14.00]And I should’ve seen the sunset in your eyes, that final gold
[04:14.00]A beautiful ending, a story getting cold.
[04:14.00]And they all said, “He’s a classic, he’s a catch”
[04:14.00]Yeah, the kind that leaves a subtle scratch
[04:14.00]On the surface of a heart that’s too naive to know
[04:14.00]Some fires only burn to let the ashes show.
[04:14.00]So here’s to the paper crowns we wore like royalty
[04:14.00]To the tiny rebellions and our fake fragility
[04:14.00]You broke the truce, turned my youth into a battlefield
[04:14.00]And all the glitter’s scattered, but the scars are still revealed
[04:14.00]Yeah, you wrote a perfect prologue, then you tore out every page
[04:14.00]Now I’m dancing in the wreckage of a teenage golden age.
[04:14.00]I found your old mixtape beneath the passenger seat
[04:14.00]A track for every promise you were never meant to keep
[04:14.00]The ink’s all faded blue, like the bruise beneath my ribs
[04:14.00]A souvenir of all your careless, half-apologetic quips
[04:14.00]I drive down memory lane, but it’s a dead-end street now
[04:14.00]With a ghost in the rearview, and a question on my brow.
[04:14.00]And they all whisper, “She’s dramatic, she’s unwell”
[04:14.00]Living in a private, echoey hell
[04:14.00]But my pen’s a truth-teller, my melody a shield
[04:14.00]Mapping out the wounds that never fully healed.
[04:14.00]So here’s to the paper crowns we wore like royalty
[04:14.00]To the tiny rebellions and our fake fragility
[04:14.00]You broke the truce, turned my youth into a battlefield
[04:14.00]And all the glitter’s scattered, but the scars are still revealed
[04:14.00]Yeah, you wrote a perfect prologue, then you tore out every page
[04:14.00]Now I’m dancing in the wreckage of a teenage golden age.
[04:14.00]Maybe in a decade, at some downtown café
[04:14.00]We’ll laugh about the storm clouds, call it “nostalgic grey”
[04:14.00]But my history’s rewritten in a different, brighter font
[04:14.00]A castle built from rubble, where the light gets in, you don’t
[04:14.00]‘Cause the princess in the tower cut her own hair, found the key
[04:14.00]In a song she wrote herself, in a minor, breaking free.
[04:14.00]So here’s to my own crown, forged in fire, real and bright
[04:14.00]To the quiet understanding in the middle of the night
[04:14.00]You drew the lines of battle, but you don’t hold the field
[04:14.00]My armor’s made of lyrics, and my heart’s begun to heal
[04:14.00]Yeah, you wrote that prologue, but I own the whole book’s stage
[04:14.00]Dancing in the spotlight, past the teenage golden age.
[04:14.00]Just dancing… past the golden age
[04:14.00]Yeah, I’m dancing… turning my own page
[04:14.00]A faded Polaroid, a chapter put away