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Little Lost Boys
Little Lost Boys
When i was a Little Girl
I played Peter,
And rescued Wendy from Captain Hook
And the crocodiles
Tick, tick, tick
Meanwhile, the swallowed clock in my abdomen
Counted down minutes
Until my insides would betray me.
I carved symbols into Neverland trees,
Symbols that i could never carve
Quite deep enough into me,
And prayed my bark would scar quick.
When i was a Little Girl
I played Peter
Peter always dressed in clothes made out of leaves
"Lost Boys! , Little Lost Boys! , Follow me!"
Little Lost Boys dressed in the skins of the things they killed,
Filled the forest
With dancing Little Lost Boy half-breeds.
When i was a Little Girl
I learned that a glint in the eye was a chance,
An opportunity.
I learned elephants in your bedroom could Swallow secrets without first asking to sit on your chest.
When i was a Little Girl,
I knew time would one day grow the weakness Inside of me into blooming rot
And i would wake up sleeping.
See, when i was a Little Girl
I played Peter
But i should have known
It could only ever be make believe.
I could only ever be,
"Little Lost Boys! , Lost Boys? , Follow me!"
I could only ever be a Little Lost dressed in the skins of others,
I could only ever be
Half-breed.
When i was a Little Girl
I had Little Boy mouth and Little Boy teeth and Little Boy tongue
I could Little Boy speak,
But never learned how to hide my Little Boy eyes.
From all that's lost when Little Boys see,
Like how little talk there is to Little Boys
About the kind of strong Little Girls have to be.
When i was a Little Girl
I played Peter,
And rescued Wendy from Captain Hook
And the crocodiles
Tick, tick, tick
Meanwhile, the swallowed clock in my abdomen
Counted down minutes
Until my insides would betray me.
I carved symbols into Neverland trees,
Symbols that i could never carve
Quite deep enough into me,
And prayed my bark would scar quick.
When i was a Little Girl
I played Peter
Peter always dressed in clothes made out of leaves
"Lost Boys! , Little Lost Boys! , Follow me!"
Little Lost Boys dressed in the skins of the things they killed,
Filled the forest
With dancing Little Lost Boy half-breeds.
When i was a Little Girl
I learned that a glint in the eye was a chance,
An opportunity.
I learned elephants in your bedroom could Swallow secrets without first asking to sit on your chest.
When i was a Little Girl,
I knew time would one day grow the weakness Inside of me into blooming rot
And i would wake up sleeping.
See, when i was a Little Girl
I played Peter
But i should have known
It could only ever be make believe.
I could only ever be,
"Little Lost Boys! , Lost Boys? , Follow me!"
I could only ever be a Little Lost dressed in the skins of others,
I could only ever be
Half-breed.
When i was a Little Girl
I had Little Boy mouth and Little Boy teeth and Little Boy tongue
I could Little Boy speak,
But never learned how to hide my Little Boy eyes.
From all that's lost when Little Boys see,
Like how little talk there is to Little Boys
About the kind of strong Little Girls have to be.
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