Heavy Plastic Crown

Intro

(Single distorted guitar strum, followed by a heavy drum count-in: 1, 2, 3, 4!)

(Spoken with a massive eye-roll)

Hey. Yeah, you.

You think you’re all that, huh?

It’s so cute. Seriously.

Whatever.

Verse 1

Hey princess, I see you walking down the hall

Staring at your boots like you're the master of us all

You got your little crew, yeah, you're the leader of the pack

And you're making up a rumor just to stab me in the back

You strut around this town like you're a royal queen

The biggest fake disaster that I have ever seen

Genuinely believing that you are miles above the rest

Putting on a show like it's a vanity test.

Verse 2

But when I look at you, I just wanna laugh out loud

You're acting so tough in front of your little crowd

When you peel back the layers of the drama you stir up

It’s like a cheap movie and I’ve finally had enough

You play your little games, throwing rocks at my name

But your playground politics are getting kind of lame

The reality of everything you do to get by

Is just incredibly sad, and hey, I’m not gonna lie.

Verse 3

You got a glass house hidden right behind your face

Trying way too hard to keep your permanent place

It exposes an insecurity so terribly deep

The kind of fragile secret that you probably keep

It must be exhausting running empty inside

Looking for a brand new corner where you can hide

Building up your fortress out of rumors and noise

Treating real human hearts like they’re disposable toys.

Verse 4

It’s truly heartbreaking when you map out the scene

That a girl could be so small, so entirely mean

That your only coping mechanism left on the shelf

Is to break another person just to comfort yourself

To purposely belittle every mind that you meet

Just to feel a fleeting sense of worth that is sweet

But tearing me down won’t make you whole at the end

Go tell your fake problems to your ultimate friend!

Bridge

(Drums drop out, just a chugging electric guitar and raw vocals)

At the end of the day, when the crowd goes away

And you’re forced to face the words that you love to say

Does it make you feel big to watch somebody cry?

Or is it just a temporary, hollow little high?

(Drums explode back in, vocals turning into a gritty rock belt)

Because you're terrified of facing your own reflection in the glass!

Yeah, your little reign of terror is running out of gas!

Outro

(Fast, aggressive guitar riffing and driving drum beat)

Yeah, it proves how scared you are!

So scared of yourself!

Keep wearing that heavy plastic crown, babe.

We all see right through it.

Yeah, we see right through it!

(Shouted)

See ya later!

(Final loud drum crash and guitar feedback)