Hk Christie

The Headlines

You said the world was your stage

here I am my wounds on display

And ain’t it funny how the twisting of fate

can feel just like a bed of nails that you have never made

I’m sick and tired of hearing about it

I see your name in lights

I’m so happy that you made the headlines

I’ve been forgotten, just a face in the crowd now

I read your name in lights

I’m so happy that you made the headlines

Being your muse ain’t no prize

I’m just a character in scene that you have conspired

and if you’re so damn bored and hate most of us

then why the fuck are you still living here in Minneapolis?

I’m sick and tired of hearing about it

I see your name in lights

I’m so happy that you made the headlines

I’ve been discarded, buried in a shroud

I read your name in lights

I’m so happy that you made the headlines