Sad Peter Pan

It's the plan of most

To discover that magnificent ghost

When did I get perverted

And my innocent eyes diverted from the view so grand

Imbued with distractions

I'm greedy like Senior Babbitt

I'm just chasing that electric rabbit

I'm a reluctant rebel

I just want to be Aaron Neville

With a crown on my head

And my denim shirt all dark with sweat

I'm just pushing the paint around

On advice from your lying mouth

You touched me and then you ran

And left a sad Peter Pan

All alone and awkward

But a transformation, I swear it will occur