Diamond Of The Season

Glove on my hand

Card on my back

Name on a list

Rank on the rack

Pearls in the glass light

Eyes doing math

Right?

Every curtsy

Feels like a contract

But you cut through the chatter

Like a comet through the chandeliers

Laughing at the barons

Saying

"Why are we still living here?"

I don't want to be the diamond of the season

Pinned like a prize for a paper-thin reason

You take my dance card

Tear it to pieces

Say

"Write your own fate in the ballroom recess"

If I'm your scandal

Be my freedom

Turn this market into a kingdom

I don't want to be the diamond of the season

I want to be the storm

Heir to an empire

She with a title

Them in a waistcoat

Smile so idle

Waltz with a viscount

Dream of an island

Far from the gossip

Close to the wild in you

You slip me out the back door

Past the roses and the whispered names

Magic on your black glove

You redraw the borders of the game

Spin the room

Flip the script

Let the debutantes grow wings

Watch the portraits

Blink and shift

Old ghosts blessing newer things

Make the ton

Lose their breath

When we walk in hand in hand

Not for fortune

Not for flesh

Just two hearts

Rewriting the land