Title Track
You might think that this is easy for me
I might pass for a paragon in stone
You might think a lot of things about me
Or you might be busy looking at your phone
I hear that you believe in magic
Well baby, let me put on a show
See my dreams of making something lasting
See them crushed with a 40-hour work week blow
Well the years pile up and they keep piling up faster
And I’m out on the rooftop screaming, “Slow down you bastard”
And my mom’s telling me I’m too young to be worried
And my grandma’s telling me I’ll understand when I’m 70
I’m a jaded Peter Pan
Traded tights for khaki pants
I don’t have a plan
Growing up or giving up
Snorted all my fairy dust
Think I’ve had enough
You might leave your bedroom window open
And I might climb inside
And we might hold hands and jump out
To see if we can really fly
And our blood might paint the sidewalks
Or we’ll float up into the sky
Until we start to lose consciousness
Then we’ll know we’ve gone too high
Well the years pile up and they keep piling up faster
And I’m out on the rooftop screaming, “Slow down you bastard”
And my mom’s telling me I’m too young to be worried
And my grandma’s telling me I’ll understand when I’m 70
I’m a jaded Peter Pan
Traded tights for khaki pants
I don’t have a plan
Growing up or giving up
Snorted all my fairy dust
Think I’ve had enough
Thinking that I’m too far gone
All I’m doing’s writing songs
Where did I go wrong?
Another day a new disguise
Living out my adult life
As someone I don’t recognize
Why am I such a fucking drag?
Wasting time I won't get back
Ain't that really sad?
Know I'm not the only one
Beating back the rising sun
C'mon let's do it baby
I’m a jaded Peter Pan
Traded tights for khaki pants
I don’t have a plan
Growing up or giving up
Snorted all my fairy dust
Think I’ve had enough