Peter F Pan

Verse 1

I know what you’re thinking, from the instant that I step in the door
You’re sniffing around to try and make sure my life isn’t better than yours
The first thing you ask me… is what am I doing for work these days
I say a bit of this and that, whatever it takes to earn a wage
You’re looking surprised like “What you mean you don’t have a permanent job?”
And your eyes light up as you try and conceal the delight you feel combined with shock
I tell you I work for myself and you ask is that not a little bit risky?
It has it’s ups and downs but I happen to like the freedom it gives me
And the flexibility… which allows me to focus on other things
You ask what I mean and when I say music, you nearly spit out your drink
You ask me if I still rap as you throw up your hands and mimic a gang sign
I roll my eyes and sigh and reply “Yeah, but it’s not really that type…”
I know what you’re thinking, no career path what a psychopath
In his 30s still tryna make a living from scribbling rhymes in pads
It used to be cool, but now at his age isn’t it kinda sad?
I’m Peter fucking Pan, and I’m absolutely fine with that

Chorus

I can see it in your eyes you criticise the life I have
You smile in my face but then you whisper it behind my back
But you don’t need to be polite or even try to hide the fact
I’m Peter fucking Pan, and I’m absolutely fine with that

Verse 2

Before you approach me, I already know what you’re going to say
Coz you never got over the fact that me and you dated back in the day
You ambush me by the punch, all smiles and hugs and kisses and “hey’s”
And just as predicted in under a minute the wedding ring’s out on display
I congratulate you… and ask who the lucky guy is
And instead of his name you tell me his job and the house you’re planning on buying
I tell you I’m happy for you and I do so with the utmost sincerity
But detect a flicker of anger coz I don’t seem to express any jealousy
You switch it up and ask me where my date is for this evening
I tell you I came alone and you look at me like I’ve suffered a bereavement
You tilt your head and give my arm a patronising stroke
And tell me “That’s alright” and my reply is “Thanks I know…”
I know what you’re thinking still in his 30s and can’t find a match
He should’ve snapped you up back when he had the chance you’re quite the catch
Still having one night stands with girls back in that tiny flat?
I’m Peter fucking Pan and absolutely fine with that.

Chorus

I can see it in your eyes you criticise the life I have
You smile in my face but then you whisper it behind my back
But you don’t need to be polite or even try to hide the fact
I’m Peter fucking Pan, and I’m absolutely fine with that

Verse 3

I’ve had enough so I down my drink and pull on my jacket sleeve
When I feel your hand on my shoulder dragging me back as I try to leave
You’re talking in my face and I can smell the wine as you breathe
You say to me “C’mon mate when will you finally give up on chasing those childish dreams?”
You offer to make an introduction at your company
“You could have the car, the pension all the perks and luxuries
Obviously you’d have to climb your way up the hierarchy
But if you work hard, in 5 years time with a bit of luck you could be just like me…”
“Well I’m sure there’s plenty of people in my position who’d tell you yes
But frankly speaking I can’t think of anything that I would rather do less
Than sit at a desk all day in a place I hate doing stuff I detest
All just to earn a salary that I don’t even have time to spend”
You tell me to give up my dreams, but when we were teens weren’t you in a band?
Raging Against the Machine and now you wear suits and work for a bank?
Besides I know for a fact you only got that job coz of your Dad
So as far as your offer goes I’m afraid I’ll have to say thanks but no thanks”
And as for you Amy, I bet you can’t wait to tell all your mates how bad I’m doing
And how I’ve not changed, coz I got given a chance on a plate and I blew it
But I’m just speaking my mind I’m the only one here that’s telling the truth
And since we’re on the topic already I’ve got a couple of nuggets for you
I honestly do wish you a life of happiness with your new fella
If he’s even half as superficial you two’ll be perfect together (gasp!)
But please don’t try and judge me for not having a partner yet, I’ve just not mer her
And unlike you I refuse to settle down coz of societal pressure
And by the way I don’t know if you remember last December?
When you bumped into me drunk as a skunk at a club and begged me to bed ya?
I declined and instead placed you in a taxi seat
But you probably forgot coz you’re too busy playing Happy Families
And once I’m gone you can tell yourselves what a bitter guy I am
While you pop a diaze.;lpam you hide inside your designer bag
But I don’t envy you or either of the lives you have
Coz I’m Peter fucking Pan, and I’m absolutely fine with that.