Pilot

you might think I’m a man
you might think I’m a pilot
you might think that we can
you might think I’m a pirate
you might think I’m a farmer
you might think I’m a stone
you might think I’m a father
you might think I’m alone
baby I’ve got your number
I’ve heard your stories too
king stay the king
no matter what you do
I hold you under
and all your sisters too come at the king
got a violin just for you
you might think I’m a man
you might think I’m a pilot
you might think I’m a fan
you might think I’m a tyrant
you might call me a preacher
you might say I’m a stone
you might call me a teacher
you might call me your own
you can call me anything
your sense of entitlement tingling
doesn’t matter what you say
i’ll be your captain anyway