Ingenue

You know like the back of your hand
Who let me in?
You got me into this mess
Do you get me out?
You know like the back of your hand
Your bell jar
Your collection
Ingenue
You get me into this mess
Fools rushing in, yeah
And they know it
The seeds of the dandelion you blow away
In good time, I hope I pray
If I’m not there now, physically
I’m always before you, come what may
And you know it
Fools rushing in, yeah
And you know it
Who let them in?
Yeah well you know it
Gone with the touch of your
Gone with the touch of your hand
Move through the moment
It betrays
Transformations
Jackals flames
If I knew now what I knew the
Give me more time I hope and pray
I mistake all you say
The seeds of the dandelion you blow away