Olivia Lukes - naive Lyrics

I think that I might be naive
Infatuated at fifteen
But he holds my hand, he takes a piece
Slowly earns my trust in threes

I think that I might be naive
Mia and Seb mentality
But he says my name when he talks to me
Photographs flowers and trees

Will you lie
Will you lie
Will you lie to me
Mmm

She was young, warm innocence
Not much, but enough to give
She's stressed out, makes a hundred lists
You avian, stop winging it

Will you lie
Will you lie
Will you lie to me
Mhm