On the Steps of the Palace

He's a very smart Prince He's a Prince who prepares Knowing this time I'd run from him He spread pitch on the stairs And I'm caught unawares Well it means that, he cares This is more than just malice Better stop and take stock While you're standing here stuck On the steps of the palace All right, what do you want? Have to make a decision Why not stay and be caught? Should I give that a thought What would be his response? But then what if he knew Who I am when I know That I'm not what he thinks That he wants? Or, then, what if I am? What a Prince would envision? But then how can you know Who you are 'til you know What you want? Which I don't So then which do you pick Where you're safe, out of sight And yourself, but where everything's wrong? Or where everything's right But you know that you'll never belong? And whichever you pick Do it quick 'Cause you're starting to stick To the steps of the palace It's my first big decision The choice isn't easy to make To arrive at a ball Is exciting and all Once you're there, though, it's scary And it's fun to deceive When you know you can leave But you have to be wary There's a lot that's at stake But I've stalled long enough 'Cause I'm still standing stuck In the stuff on the steps Better run along home And avoid the collision Though at home they don't care I'll be better off there Where there's nothing to choose So there's nothing to lose So I'll pry up my shoes Wait, though thinking it through Things don't have to collide I know what my decision is Which is not to decide I'll just leave him a clue For example, a shoe And then see what he'll do Now it's he and not you Who'll be stuck with a shoe In a stew, in the goo And I've learned something, too Something I never knew On the steps of the palace