chasing after the ice cream man
trying to grow up like peter pan
i just wish i was seven again
just stay here and hold my hand

cut my hair shaggy above my ears
i'm hearing a song that no one hears
i know i'll be different in a couple of years
but i'm stuck in a room of funhouse mirrors

laughing to loudly about dirty things
replacing diamonds with twisted strings
i don't really care what the future brings
i just don't want to be the only bird that sings