King of Hearts

by Cam Crowley

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released March 31, 2017

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Track Name: Box
I'm staring at a box.
So is my mother. My sisters too.
A wooden box painted light blue.
I'm sweating in my suit. So many people in the room.
The microphone won't work.
just crashes all the words
coming from my cousin.
He's at the podium.
Not like he wasn't already stuttering.
Because his eyes were watering.
Watering because the thought
that I know that we both got.

And all the light that you gave me
has tanned my soul completely
It all came from your heart,
but now it's just so dark.
I'll grow paler than chalk.
I'm staring at box containing something that I loved.

My dad's giving me a nod.
Guess that means that it is my time
to come up
I'm handed my guitar.
everyone's trying to look through me as if I will get them far.
And I sing Amazing Grace.
how sweet the sound.
That saved a wretch like me.
The crowd's expressions darker
than the clothes they wear.
as I play each trembling note.

And all the light that you gave me
has tanned my soul completely
It all came from your heart,
but now it's just so dark.
I'll grow paler than chalk.
I'm staring at box containing something that I loved.

And all the light that you gave me
has tanned my soul completely
It all came from your heart,
but now it's just so dark.
I'll grow paler than chalk.
I'm staring at box containing something that I loved.
Track Name: Stronger
I'm in a church but the only god I see is marble.
The words fade away into my daydreams. Yeah, that's normal.
My father holds a songbook up to me signaling to read.
You know I'd love to share but it's never felt just right to me.

Maybe I'd feel just different if the music we sang had a beat.
I've never wanted to clap my hands most people don't even want to sing,
or maybe it's just that everyone in the room looks the same as me.
A lot of hairspray and expensive gowns, suit and tie, and I won't open my mouth about it.
My ex told me her church had real people, real stories.
Wasn't a fashion show but healing people and showing glory,
and if I went there would my faith be strong and would my thoughts be holy?
All I know is that I want this mass to be over 'cause he doesn't know me.

Why can't I see?
Is there something wrong with me?
Let my faith be stronger.
My faith ain't strong now.
Hard for me to believe
when I'm without your company.
Let my faith be stronger
My faith ain't strong now.

It seems that everyone around me can just see it clearly.
All my teachers, even Chance, Ben, and all my family.
And all my enemies, they can't recite a word from the gospels.
They worship Jordans, Apple, followers, but not a Bible
I worship my music, but I've never felt like it's enough.
I see my idols doing what they love in the name of God.
I'll never forget my cousins telling me that they like to go to church.
My old self didn't understand the building had its worth,
but now my body will enter but my soul feels just locked outside.
It spends the mass wondering what went wrong with arms open wide.
I'm looking the priest eye to eye.
I want him to just to me why
that I can stare at him, but my creator's hiding in the sky.


Why can't I see?
Is there something wrong with me?
Let my faith be stronger.
My faith ain't strong now.
It's hard for me to believe
when I'm without your company.
Let my faith be stronger
My faith ain't strong now.

I just want to by happy
when I'm in your house with family.
Let my faith be stronger.
My faith ain't strong now.
Something that they hide?
that makes me feel so left behind?
Let my faith be stronger.
My faith ain't strong now.

Why can't I see?
Something wrong with me.
Let my faith be stronger.
My faith ain't strong now
for me to believe
when I'm without your company.
Let my faith be stronger.
My faith ain't strong now.
Track Name: Picture
I'm home.
I'm not greeted with my name,
just my air conditioners howling.
No footsteps up above.
I know your in bed on your phone,
but I used to see you out the window.
Now I only see your contact photo.
I know you're down the hall.
Don't you ever want to see me?
More than a magazine or movie?
Oh, can't you just get up

Although I'll text you,
it's not the same as its supposed to be.
You're only on a screen,
and you know I'm not complete,
when you're only a picture to me.

The gloves she gave me ripped
It feels like the day her eyes broke
from the memories I have known.
She looked like an animal ready to pounce
onto what we used to have,
and I haven't seen her since,
and my gloves are reflecting it.
just like the way it's making me cold.
I know I'll never get to hold her hands anymore.

Although I'll see her,
It's not the same as it used to be.
You're only on a screen,
and you know I'm not complete,
when you're only a picture to me.

Although I'll text you,
It's not the same as it used to be.
You're only on a screen,
and you know I'm not complete,
when you're only a picture to me.
You're only a picture.
Track Name: Rain
I saw a passion
Inside their eyes
like a sword for combat
was inside their signs.
And I saw a crowd,
a militia of spoken words how
the man who would bring us all down
would make the world
stop going round.

But it looks the same
to me either way
like how the windows of Back Bay,
they shine in the day
or cry in the rain.
And I won’t pray,
and I won’t pray
for the world to be the same
cause I know it will.
We’re just stuck in the rain.

And I see a storm coming.
It comes from the mouths of those who warn it.
And its not the strike of lightning
that burns down someone else’s house.
Its the deafening thunder.
News saying crouch down,
and I know the world will keep on turning.

And it looks the same
to me either way
like how the windows of Back Bay,
they shine in the day,
or cry in the rain.
And I won’t pray,
and I won’t pray
for the world to be the same
'Cause I know it will.
We’re just stuck in the rain.

And it looks the same
to me either way
like how the windows of Back Bay,
they shine in the day,
or cry in the rain.
And I won’t pray,
and I won’t pray
for the world to be the same
'Cause I know it will.
We’re just stuck in the rain.
Track Name: In Between Cars
My friends
include the crisp air under the parking light
dancing through the night,
and the streets I skate,
urban magic carpet race,
all the headlights whizzing by me
flashing neon fills the sky scene,
and I can't get enough.
It seems I've fallen in love with running from my home ain't that just something.
My demons they stay there.

But after all, I'll still come back home,
but my escapes give me more comfort.
Skating in between cars, I find that I'm more calm
than sitting in my bed where I cannot escape my own head.

And my friends
don't understand why I go out so late
every single day,
or why I go out in the piercing hail
or the pouring rain,
but if I can't control anything,
at least I can control how fast my wheels are spinning.

But after all, I'll still come back home,
but my escapes give me more comfort.
Skating in between cars, I find that I'm more calm
than sitting in my bed where I cannot escape my own head.

But after all, I'll still come back home,
but my escapes give me more comfort.
Skating in between cars, I find that I'm more calm
than sitting in my bed where I cannot escape my own head.