king drama by Charter Ghost

Yeah

She struts around the room
Eyeliner, jet-black hair
Semi-scene and parts of herself
yeah, they dangle in the air
Wallet chain and all
Same height as me, hell
maybe same genes
Feigned flirtation flowing from backstreets
beckoning between

Our eyes met for a brief time
past my current prime
We walk towards a parted crowd
Shuffling serpentine
I talked to her, she's nice
loves brat, and hates The Dare
talked about people in the crowd
who would often stare

As we reflected gestures
hand in pocket
A wall-lean to one leg
We laughed about how much shit
we'd stir till we're dead
She said, "I smile at the face of drama,
Keeps me alive
and every time I get the chance
I try to start one and survive"
Huh...

And as I learned a new envy
Coming from the self
as we walked to the patio
away from all hell
Fist fights would break out
at the sight of her
Boys, boys, boys cannot handle their liquor

A bad bitch with posture
and a confidence ushered
Radiating from a cigarette
smoke blurring the details
My eyes squint as they burn
from each drag and each puff
as each exhale inched toward my face I saw myself
(you saw you)

Now I strut across every room
Eyeliner, jet-black hair
Every one in the room just stops and stares
Huh,
King Drama in her lair

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