[Verse 1] He walks in carrying a rumour Under denim, under skin They look him up like weather Like they already know the wind Every mouth says lucky Every hand says take the lead But no-one hears the quiet part No-one asks what he might need [Pre-Chorus] He knows the shape of wanting Knows the hunger by its name But every time he says it out loud They turn it into a game [Chorus] Everybody wants the crown Everybody wants the throne Everybody wants the story Where he gives and goes home alone He’s tired of being the weapon Tired of playing the part He’s got fire in his body And a locked door in his heart He doesn’t want applause He doesn’t want to perform He just wants to be wanted In the way he’s been wanting for [Verse 2] They call him blessed like a warning Like a gift can’t be a cage Like a body can’t get lonely When it takes up that much space He says I know what I like They laugh like it’s a line He says I’m not your machine They still queue up every time [Pre-Chorus] And the room keeps getting smaller Every yes feels like defeat When desire has a script And no-one lets him change the scene [Chorus] Everybody wants the crown Everybody wants the throne Everybody wants the story Where he gives and goes home alone He’s tired of being the weapon Tired of playing the part He’s got fire in his body And a locked door in his heart He doesn’t want applause He doesn’t want to perform He just wants to be wanted In the way he’s been wanting for [Bridge] Don’t call it confidence When it’s just being used Don’t call it power When he never gets to choose Don’t call him lucky Like that settles the debt A man can be desired And still never be met He wants hands that listen A mouth that understands Not another little sermon About what kind of man he am [Final Chorus] Everybody wants the crown Everybody wants the throne Everybody wants the version Where he never says no But he’s done being the answer To a question they won’t ask Done smiling through the hunger Done disappearing in the act He doesn’t want applause He doesn’t want to perform He just wants to be wanted In the way he’s been wanting for [Outro] So he buttons up the rumour Walks out into the night Still beautiful, still burning Still waiting to be held right
