Aslyn - Mr. Willow lyrics

It's not too late Be thugs, be saints But don't streak your heart In the light of day Your points are down Washed up again Who needs a fork When the plate is your hands? You were not second best But not yet a queen You picture yourself as you seem Ah, you don't have to blame Mr. Willow, oh, oh Ah, you're the umbrella inside this riddle, oh You're wrestling With all your bones But love is not hopstotch to live like a stone Your soul's your world Your mind your house Expect nothing less than what you put out You won't rip the circus off They'll bench your esteem You picture yourself as you seem Ah, you don't have to blame Mr. Willow, oh, oh Ah, you're the umbrella inside this riddle, oh You let the rain follow you back down the stairs You have the choice to count up your layers Ah, you don't have to blame Mr. Willow, oh, oh Ah, you're the umbrella inside this riddle, oh Ah, you don't have to blame Mr. Willow, oh, oh Ah, you're the umbrella inside this riddle, oh