Though i'm young and cynical
I've been stealing all your cigarettes
In case you haven't noticed
I just gave them all away
Tell me what do you think of me now
That I've traded all my armor for a crown
Come on what do you do with me now
That I've taken down the mirror on the wall
And the sweet rain is ready to fall
Well I take a lot of medicine
Getting high at seventeen
So now I don't appreciate
the taste of expensive bitter wine
Tell me what do you think of me now
That I've traded all my armor for a crown
Come on what do you do with me now
That I've taken down the mirror on the wall
And the sweet rain is ready to fall
Take your aim like artemis
But when your heart becomes a hunter
You may wound your chance to love
Tell me what do you think of me now
That I've traded all my armor for a crown
Come on what do you do with me now
That I've taken down the mirror on the wall
And the sweet rain is ready to fall