The Called Her a Fantasy

This is not a song about fame.

It’s a confession from the edge of achievement—where applause echoes hollow, and the only voice that matters is the one that calls you “Dad.”

“Crown That Don’t Fit Right” is a raw reckoning with what we trade on the way to the top: time, trust, love. It's for every dreamer who built castles out of pencil dust, only to find no one waiting at the gate. A song about chasing ghosts, losing the plot, and finding redemption not in success, but in the embrace of a child who never cared for medals. It asks the question so many are too afraid to speak:

What if the dream was never the prize?