The Map Maker

From up here
The rivers and streams are just lines on my map
I can hear
A voice in my head and it’s telling me I won’t grow up
Oh I won’t grow up
From up here
I’m safe from a father who won’t understand what I am
I fear
A boy with a firefly’s pointing a bow at my head
It’s clear
That I was mistaken he’s shooting at my red balloon
What should I do?
Oooh no. I’ll break both my legs if I don’t stick the landing
Kooloo-limpah. Those are my magic words. Don’t steal them
What if I
Pretend to be crazy—he might leave me alone
I could try
To convince him that I was a fairy in a previous life
And why
Would he kill a grown man in a one-sy unless he’s a jerk?
It’ll probably work
Oooh. I’ll break both my legs if I don’t stick the landing
Kooloo-limpah. Those are my magic words. Don’t steal them
Are you serious? He didn’t even buy a map
Oh hell no. Next time I see him I know what I’ll do
Kooloo-limpah. Charge an ass-ton of rupees and send him on a fetch quest
Kooloo-limpah. I just have to float here and get through to the ending
Kooloo-limpah. Those are my magic words. Don’t steal them