Little Girl

You’re a little girl

You never grew up, you’re peter pan living

Cut all your hair, you said you just don’t care

And why should you? You’ll be alright

You never were the worriying type

 

You’re a little girl

You care for stuff that has little meaning

You never grew up girl

You’re still freewheeling

Can I join you is that alright?

I’m so sick n tired of being the worrying type

 

Waves keep rollin’

Take this life it’s stolen

The weight of the world keeps pulling me to and fro

Girl I don’t know, is this  the curtain to the final show?

 

It’s all over the news girl don’t you know

This is the curtain the final show

Hey hey hey

 

It’s all over so turn you lights to low

Set you speed to slow

And tune out and tune in

 

You’re a little girl

You never grew up you still have your collections

Of books and poems and letters with sections underlined

Ticked and crossed

You never cared about the days you lost

You said everything would turn out fine

You never were the worrying kind