Disco! In the Panic Room Songtext
von Bug Hunter

I′ve got skills, 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 shier 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 you know
I lost some weight from anxious pacing talking on the telephone
If I look cool I'm fooling you
At any point you can assume
My mind′s computing 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 wanna 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 would have 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

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

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 that you′re all hoping will come next
Or do I load this mother up and do-da-do 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
It′s looking back and giving all you got to top it
But if you want it

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey