Sad Peter Pan

it's the plan of mostto discover that magnificent ghostwhen did I get pervertedand my innocent eyes divertedfrom a view so grandimbued with distractions
I'm greedy like Senior BabbittI'm just chasing that electric rabbitI'm a reluctant rebelI just want to be Aaron Nevillewith a crown on my headand my denim shirt all dark with sweat

I'm just pushing the paint aroundon advice from your lying mouthyou touched me and then you ranand left a sad Peter Panall alone and awkwardbut a transformation
I swear it will occur