pictured us as Peter Pan and Wendy
flying off to leave behind the world unfriendly

staying in neverland
nothing to understand
and we'd be so happy

silly me

we touched down, in a field of four directions
lost boys to the south
stealing your affections
watched you drift away
I loved you anyway
I still tried to be Wendy

silly me

I wanted you to be standing next to me
together we would see everything

my fantasy turned out to be a fantasy
the happy ending happened differently
you stayed in neverland,
something I never planned

silly me