can i have it, your innocence, can i have it
it’s nothing, i just like the ignorance
losing it, i love the imminence
feeling so elegant, with no prevalence
the wickedness, it loses it’s lust
the vividness, the rush, it’s no longer lush
to feel young, the genesis… it’s endless
no need to mention the collection
i’ll teach you a lesson, but no questions
after my confession, leave the obsession
no need to cause depression
when all i’m giving is protection
a slight redemption, so can i have it?