Field Trip
sleeve of the skin
Her giggles were make-believe,
And her kindness built to decieve,
Sheâs cloaked in innocence
You can dismantle me all you want,
If I had a naive soul
Sheâs dazzling of white champagne,
It puts excitement in these bones
Itâs a habit that I cannot fight,
You snatch the radar from my mind,
The scent of your deception
Come befuddle my disposition,
You can have anything you want,
Blows me a kiss now I canât see,
This incantation thatâs upon me