Pan

(Two three four) What more could I ask for Than a life that isn't dying And nights that aren't spent crying Though all I can give Is unwanted procession And unhealthy obsession In this scene of questions At least I know that this isn't Some twisted form of fiction This cant be a story Cause the love always lets go And I'm no sort of hero You were the whole package The complete parcel If you're the queen of the castle I'm just some dirty rascal I thought you were a lady luck Turns out you're just miss fortune And of course I give a f*ck What more could I ask for Some chance I don't deserve I've just been laying back I haven't put in the work My smile you shirk coz there's no substance No husband material like there's in his shirt How'd I ever think I could make us work I'm not worth a penny to you Why did I think you'd see me through My relationship naïveté put me on my ass like glasses two Hopeless romantic comedy Love is my true fantasy Except none of them are damsels And I'm no sort of hero I'm no sort of hero I'm no sort of hero I'm no sort of hero Oh god gracious sun, hurry your heat death So we may bask in the warmth of the eternal cold Oh god gracious sun, hurry your heat death So we may bask in the warmth of the eternal cold I'm no sort of hero But I just wanna be yours What more could I ask for