[Intro] I got there. Nobody sang. Just a cold room learning my name [Verse 1] I thought the crown would change the air, make the old walls lean my way. Thought the chair would feel like mercy after everything I paid. But the gold sits heavy on the table. The cup goes cold beside the bed. There’s a dent where your hand used to sleep, and no one answers what I said. I hear servants whisper in the hallway. I hear boots stop at the door. Everybody bows a little lower, but they don’t look at me no more. I got the room. I got the key. I got the view from the highest stone. I got every damn thing I reached for, and I’ve never felt less known. [Chorus] After the crown, what do you keep? Cold little room, no one to reach. I wanted fire. I wanted gold. After the crown, it’s just me and the smoke. [Verse 2] There’s food left dark on the silver. There’s wax run down like rain. There’s a spot on the floor by the window where the sun won’t say my name. I keep waiting for the music. I keep waiting for the sign. But tomorrow walks in barefoot and leaves ash on the wine. They told me power had a doorway. They never said it had a cost. Never said the lock clicks louder when you count up what you lost. My reflection wears the title. My mouth can’t make it fit. I killed the man I used to be and crowned the silence after it. [Chorus] After the crown, what do you keep? Cold little room, no one to reach. I wanted fire. I wanted gold. After the crown, it’s just me and the smoke. [Bridge] No feast can feed this. No guard can stand between my name and my own hand. No bell can call back what I let go. No throne can warm a hollow coat. I thought tomorrow would open wide. I thought the dark would step aside. But morning came with nothing changed. Just ash in my mouth and a borrowed name. [Final Chorus] After the crown, what do you keep? Cold little room, no one to reach. I wanted fire. I wanted gold. After the crown, it’s just me and the smoke. After the crown, after the climb, after the blood dries under the shine, I got the throne. I lost the road. After the crown, it’s just me and the smoke. [Outro] I got there. Nobody sang. Just a cold room forgetting my name. [End]
