Panic Room from Cherry Fez by Cherry Fez

My head is spinning when I’m deep inside my thoughts.
Is there a pill for the chill I caught?
We had a sunroom now I have a cozy tomb.
It’s getting crowded in my panic room.
We make the choices we believe to be ideal.
And keep an eye out the next free meal.
You swept me clean and left a semi broken broom.
I’m paying rent in my panic room.
Made a wish I’d see you soon.
Oh my star you hung the moon.
Doing everything I can to stay in tune.
The blinds are closing which explains why I can’t see.
There aren’t words that will set me free.
I found the treasure buried deep within your view
But there’s no future in my panic room.

• 1960
• Pop
• light pop
• orchestral pop
• Abington Township