Peter Pan Syndrome [Bonus Track] [Demo] - Brendan Hendry

Funny how quickly you burnt out the flame Gave me a smoke signal, one shot to change But you're not making a lesson out of me Cause I found you weak, not traumatizing And I've always known I been this way But my heart is pure, you can't say the same Took the long way around to get here Better alone so get drunk on your tears And I don't care if you're happy now Cause I care more that I fuck with myself Not gonna give what you want from me I'm feeling bratty I'm feeling bratty You really thought that I would come back As if you're the best thing that I've ever had God you must be out of your mind Thought I'd die without you, but I'm on fucking fire And I don't care if you're happy now Cause I care more that I fuck with myself Not gonna give what you want from me I'm feeling bratty I'm feeling bratty I'm feeling bratty It's not me, it's you Do I gotta spell it out for you Now it's your turn to cry You're history, goodbye And I don't care if you're happy now Cause I care more that I fuck with myself Not gonna give what you want from me I'm feeling bratty I'm feeling bratty I'm feeling bratty

I'm gonna tell you that you'll like me So maybe you can finally see I'm more than a mouth, I am a body And I'm not just your blowjob dream Come over, come over late night caller I'm not a hotline, I am something Not sure you know me as something other Then being just your fantasy You can tell me what you want I won't reach for your heart I just wanna know where to start And after you leave you'll feel nothing for me But when you need me, I'll be in your dreams Come over, come over late night caller I'm not a hotline, I am something Not sure you know me as something other Then being just your fantasy Then being just your blowjob dream Then being in your fantasy Don't wanna know who you are Not your backseat star There's more to this, then you let on What is it that you feel? Are your emotions real? You can't come back to mine that void I can't heal You think I'm what you need, you can't possible believe I'm hanging up the phone This call's ending You know where I'll be Come over, come over late night caller I'm not a hotline, I am something Not sure you know me as something other Then being just your fantasy Then being just your blowjob dream Then being in your fantasy

I know where we are We're in your parent's basement Aren't you too old for this shit? Yet I'm here wasted Oh it is what it is Oh but I'm miserable at this And there I go judging One of my most loved traits I shouldn't care what you do But too little, too late Oh it is what it is Oh but I'm miserable at this