Disco! In the Panic Room

I’ve got skills but they don't know where to use me

I'm like the best dressed dude at the nude beach

nice to meet you…

 

I am more the quiet type, I tend to be a shyer guy

as safe as knee and elbow pads in cul de sacs with traffic lights

I spend most of my time alone, it's not all that bad, ya know?

I lost some weight from anxious-pacin' talkin' on the telephone

If I look cool I'm foolin’ you, at any point you can assume

my mind's computin' every path that screws up what I wanna do

 

Lock the door, seal it too: Dancing in the Panic Room

 

I made a promise, now I feel nauseous

as if I chugged a cup of stuff you clean your countertops with

but no Lysol won't solve this, so I am out of options

it's past my bedtime and I'm honestly exhausted

 

And I just want’a be more than nostalgia

received like a hotdog down at the dog park

be your best friend…

 

The things that I can't shoulder well I pass onto my older self

and hope I learn to cope so I don't end up broke or overwhelmed

cause vocally I'm not the best, I'm openly admitting that

but if you cared I doubt you woulda made it past McCracken, yeah

If I look brave, I'm secretly pretending I'm a different me

the one on stage who plays and sings and claps and shouts and basically:

 

Behind the door, just out of view: Dancing in the Panic Room

 

I made a promise, now I feel nauseous

as if I chugged a cup of stuff you clean your countertops with

but no Lysol won't solve this, so I am out of options

it's past my bedtime and I'm honestly exhausted

But  if you want it…

 

HEYHEYHEY

HEYHEYHEY

HEYHEYHEY

HEYHEYHEY

 

Now wouldn't it be the best if all the answers to our questions

came as sheepish realizations obvious in retrospective

like the answer for anxiety that's crept into your head

is as simple as your printer - you forgot to plug it in

instead of playing twister with my lyrics 'cause I can

and filling every syllable with lots of bull should I instead

give you the simple sing-a-long you're all hoping will come next

or do I load that motha up and doo-da-doo what I do best?

 

So here's my promise: don't aim for flawless

cause some of your best art is made with chalk on your sidewalk it’s

gone when you wash it off it’s not made for fame or profits

its lookin’ back and giving all you got to top it

but if you want it…

 

HEYHEYHEY

HEYHEYHEY

HEYHEYHEY

HEYHEYHEY

 

HEYHEYHEY

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