Tinfoil Hat

Sickle-cell or something

You’d lost weight and you admitted it

And you smoked something too

Right before you got there

I could tell because you were kind

You looked 17 years old

And you told me aliens were coming

They were going to make you a rockstar

Somebody who was friends with Johnny Depp

You said the meaning of your name

It was “God is the King”

You told me I was “Daughter of the King”

You told me to continue my music

You knew it was all going to end soon

But you didn’t know quite how

You told me to be ready

That the galaxies were swirling together and colliding

That you’d be looking for me up there soon

You got in and started up the car with the bad backfire

And that pale horse rode off into the night