Oblivious

Oblivious
all dressed up again
trying to forget your fears now
why wouldn’t he think
nothing she could bring to the table

don’t make yourself believe
that love will come at ease my dear
you think he’s obsessed
with the colour of your dress
but his wonder wine is red
what makes you oblivious
lost your mind into the grief
walk besides me on the beach you’re tired
it is running in his veins
there is nothing you could change
just let it, be
don’t make yourself believe
that love will come at ease my dear
you think he’s obsessed
with the colour of your dress
but his wonder wine is red
what makes you oblivious
what makes you oblivious
what makes you oblivious
what makes you oblivious
what makes you oblivious
what makes you oblivious
what makes you oblivious
what makes you oblivious
what makes you oblivious
what makes you oblivious