Naivete

Thirst for grace in the season's greys
Hunger for history, maybe as conversation piece
Maybe just for a sense of place
Or nothing but the dinner on your plate
Naiveté

It would behoove you to make me wait
It would behoove me to drink and let you see through me
To drink and let you see through me
Naiveté

It's not the beast it looks to be
It's not me
Naiveté



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Writer(s): Nick Barnes
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