Ever since I jumped off the porch
I knew that I would grow to be the boy
The boy then grew to be the man
Learned how to kill a hook, Peter Pan
I give a piece of me to everybody I meet
Not because they want it, it's because it's prolly a need
If I give you my heart, would you hold that?
Would you put it up safe or would you fold that?
Either way I gotta go
When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro
I tell you what you wanna know
You're prolly better on your own