[Verse 1]
Cardboard crown on my head
Plastic jewels
But I still flex
Lunchbox throne in the hallway
Yeah
I run this tiny hex
I got ink stains on my fingers
I got cheat codes in my brain
Teacher says I’m “too distracted”
Guess I’m wired for the game
[Chorus]
Monarch of the misfit kingdom
Ruling from the back row seat
Got a busted cape and venom
In the way I drag my feet
Bow down
All you pretty people
To the ruler of the wrong side tracks
Monarch of the misfit kingdom
Yeah
I wear that title like tacks
[Verse 2]
Shiny kids on their pedestals
Polished shoes
Perfect test scores
I’m backstage with the weird ones
Building rockets out of desk drawers
You talk loud about your future
I talk loud just to stay sane
Your path’s drawn with a highlighter
Mine’s scribbled in the margins of my name
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] I don’t need your plastic scepter
I don’t need your velvet rope
I crown every bruise and blister
Every failed experiment and joke
[crescendo] If being wrong is my religion
Then I’m your high priest in this mess
Raise your hands
My broken army
We look awful
We’re blessed
[Chorus]