And the shape of things to come
Is forgotten when I am done
And the shape of things to come
Will have no edges when I'm done

Hey, wait
You're in my way
Hey, wait
My wayward girl
Hey, wait
Old sins with new ways
My wayward girl

You've been moving in a haze
Manufactured to behave
Learn to swallow all the guilt
Like a genius, like a slave

One conviction from the tongue
Delivered by a holy one
One prediction from their face
She will make a solid case
You've been moving in a haze
Manufactured to behave

You're in my way
My wayward girl
Old sins with new ways
My wayward girl

Hey wait
What made you so sad is put away