the wild one and the king of the world

Being with you was a rebellion against my own rebellious nature

Domesticate me man. The wild one in me is so tired.

If I become your pet maybe your kind will hunt me no more

I figured if I roll over belly up it might as well be for you, king of the world

After all you know a thing or two about rebellion too

That's how you got your crown right? 

By going against the grain?

It took me too long to realize you were gifted your crown because the old kings bet on you. They chose you. And you chose me. Because I was a wild one. 

By the time you chose me I was already tired. I put up a fight but you wouldn't have it. It felt like my choice was to succumb or be discarded. 

I succumbed not out of weakness but curiosity. I knew I would survive on my own like I always had, but I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. 

We had a lot of fun but at the end of the day the price I paid was too great for the reality that became. I felt my self slipping away. The jets the bags the apartments the clothes it was all so cheap. It felt so cheap. It made me so sad to know that this is what the world strived for. That this was the peak. Maybe I'm bitter because I gave up my wild to have this, perhaps it's nicer for those who never had any wild to begin with. But you, boy, there is something in you that wants to be wild too. I know it's true it's why you chose me to love you. I should've stayed wild and wise but instead I tried to change to be the perfect doll for you. Curiosity almost killed this cat but knowing and awareness brought her back. Sitting in silence, going backwards fast, brought her back to the finish line first. I will always love you, king of the world, I hope you will do good for the world.