I write prison letters to peter pan
A digital kidnapping Con man
Playing a game of catch me if you can
with me

He seized me with his witchcraft spells
Made my tiny homeless heart swell
My imagination, he constantly dwells
with me

Truth is I’ve got volatile attraction
electromagnetic interaction
thermonuclear reactions
for him

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
but why?

cut the cord already sally
come and find me in the alley
I’m waiting for our grand finale
of two

Truth is, I still love you.