Ashbury Heights
Beautiful Scum
Always on the runYour one and only sonToo smart just to tag alongToo dumb to be of useSo you send money every dayA clichéd dream just doesn't payAnd no matter how hard I playNeverland never seemed so far awayAlways chasing carsAnd a better life on MarsReaching for the starsWhile counting every bruiseA self made Peter PanBurdened by the shadow of a manMore a hook each passing dayAs I claw my wayWith a pencil bladeYou've got to grow up / Oh noYou send money every dayBecause I never got it madeAnd no matter how hard I playNeverland never seemed so far away
From Letras Mania