Paper Crown - Marika Hackman

How he tried to be kind for the guests at his table

But the snow and the depths of his mind

Left him cold and unable

So he took his coat and he grabbed his keys

And drove, going nowhere it seems

By the flashing lights and the hoarish trees dressed in gold

Run from green

To the house on the end of a street

With a door and a window

And he sat in the car, on his seat

And he watched through the snow

«At the perfect fall, what a perfect scene», he thought

She looks happy it seems

With a paper crown, she’s a Christmas queen, a Christmas queen

«It's left,» said the girl at the car, but the queen did not notice

And she turned to the man on her arm

«Is this all that there is?»

And she cut her mouth and the words poured out

She cried, «I'm not happy inside»

And she grabbed her coat and she took her keys

A share for we’re free