I write prison letters to peter pan
A digital kidnapping Con man
Playing a game of catch me if you can
He seized me with his witchcraft spells
Made my tiny homeless heart swell
My imagination, he constantly dwells
Truth is I’ve got volatile attraction
Is his charisma only for me?
would he dump his addictions in the sea?
So that maybe one day we could be?
Tin can telephone, ring ring
tie me up with your word strings
teasing me with digital bling
cut the cord already sally
come and find me in the alley
I’m waiting for our grand finale
Truth is, I still love you.