Candyland Dreams

You preach your words of my naivety,

The way I haven't any idea...

What you've been through, where you've been.

You preach your words of my naive pain,

The way I haven't any idea...

Where you want to go, and how you'll never be.

My naivety dances across your mouth,

Your pretty little mouth so easily, effortlessly,

And my tears dance down my cheeks,

With the trickle of blood in the distance, you cause.

You preach your words of my naivety,

When you're the one lost inside of a childhood fantasy,

You're the one with your deluded Candyland dreams.