Peter Pan, I understand the rules.
No one can fly, but somehow we get by.
We're accidentally awesome
and dangerous fools,
Making real time out phonetic rules.
We're up in the attic pretty dramatic stuff.
We don't have a conscience
'cause we have had enough.
No, I don't remember Elvis or anyone.
Most of the time my friends and I get along.
Peter Pan founded space upon land
and that works for now.
The beautiful mouth with a grin and a dare.
I believe people stared. No, I didn't care.
I weren't even there.
To get rid of the lame
in the crocked, crocked rain. Now, I was OK.
I wanted to persuade and took it away.
Like I did in Ukraine, got lost in the rain.
I won't go away until you obey.
I love you that way.