King of Something

There's a stranger in my bed
 I'm desperate to be alone
 Does it matter how fast the time has flown
 There are words I like to use
 All of them related to you
 Pay them no heed they've attached no meaning
 There's a stranger in my bed
 Don't listen to a word he says
 For he's lost and taking it out on you
 I will be king of something
 And I will reign supreme in my love for you
 When I began to think
 That I was much less than I was
 When I lost faith in who I could be
 You were the only one
 Who stopped to disagree
 And honestly say that you believed differently
 There's a bike in the kitchen
 And I'm sick of being poor
 I've got a twin bed and the cold flows in under the door
 And the heat is on
 But not for long
 Oh at the next bill they're cutting off my phone
 I will be king of something somehow someday, the master of a trade
 A hunter or the next Bill Gates, a fighter, a man you can't overestimate
 I will be the man you look up to
 And I will reign supreme in my love for you