HIS FAVORITE GHOST (CumpletelyRestartedRemix)

[An uncirculated blueprint from the vault.] (Intro) (A distorted, feminine laugh echoes over a pulsating synth heartbeat) (Verse 1) The neon bleeds all over the rain Washing the warpaint out of the drain Used to be his circus, used to be his show Now I'm the main attraction everywhere I go Flipped the whole script, tore out the page Built myself a castle from the pieces of the cage (Chorus) I'm not his angel, not his anymore I'm the siren screaming outside of his door The flash of color that he misses the most Yeah, I'm the queen of this city... and his favorite ghost (Ha-ha!) His favorite ghost. (Verse 2) They say a bird who flies can't remember the chain But I like the way it jingles when I'm dancing in the rain Found a new religion in a shattered mirror's gleam Putting back the fragments of a technicolor dream Traded in his punchline for a blueprint of my own Yeah, the jester's dead and done, but the queen is on the throne (Chorus) I'm not his angel, not his anymore I'm the siren screaming outside of his door The flash of color that he misses the most Yeah, I'm the queen of this city... and his favorite ghost (Ha-ha!) His favorite ghost. (Bridge) It was a beautiful madness, a glorious mistake The kind of perfect chaos that you have to break To see what you're made of, to see what survives... Turns out my heart beats louder now that it's all mine. (Guitar Solo) (Chorus) I'm not his angel, not his anymore! I'm the siren screaming outside of his door! The flash of color that he misses the most! Yeah, I'm the queen of this city... and his favorite ghost! (Outro) (Music fades out, leaving only the pulsating synth heartbeat) (Whispered) Oops. Still here.