Forgive me, Peter

Forgive me, Peter, for I must've never caught on to the sacrifices you've chosen not to make in the aftermath of our loss. Forgive me, Peter, for I must've been overreacting - flailing about the way I was, flying myself across the room in a rage that clearly had everything to do with myself and my own issues. Forgive me, Peter, for I never realized just how much you've gave up just to have me.

Oh, Peter. My lost, fearless leader. A love forever preserved since we were just kids; Is it something I did? God. Look at me, Peter. The Goddess of timing... as they'd call me. Oh, Peter... how we were once found enchanting. Charming. Beguilding. She was trying, she would tell you. Peter, she was lying. Lying, crying, she did.

I didn't want to come down... I thought it'd just be goodbye, for now. You said you were going to grow up, you did. You'd grow up, then come and find me. Yet again. You said you were going to grow up, then you'd come and find me. Said you were going to grow up, you did. Words from the mouths of babes, promises, ocean deep... never did you find me, oh, Peter. Promises, oceans deep, yet never kept. Never.

Are you still a mind reader, Peter? A natural scene stealer? Oh, Peter, the things I've heard; all great, I promise you. Life was always easier on you, Peter, than it was on me. Sometimes, it did get to me. We both did the best that we could do... But, I didn't want to continue hanging around, Peter. Oh, Peter...

We told each other that it had just been goodbye, for now. For now, Peter. You said you'd grow up, then come and find me... You said you'd grow up, Peter, then you would come back and find me. Words from the mouths of babes, Peter... promises, oceans deep, but never to keep. Oh, Peter, I won't confess that I waited... but I had let the lamp burn. As the men masqueraded, I just sat... hoping that you'd return with both feet on the ground, telling me all that you've learned, Peter.

Love's never lost when the perspective is earned, Peter. Oh, and you once told me that you would come and get me, but you were twenty-five, and the shelf life of those fantasies has expired; Lost to the lost boys chapter of your life. Oh, forgive me Peter, please... just know that I tried to hold onto the days back when you were once mine. Tried to hold onto the memories of what once was... But that woman who sits by the window has turned out the light...

You said you were going to grow up, Peter, then you'd come and find me. Words from the mouth, promises, oceans deep, but never to keep.