I Panic from Romanticism by Sleepwalk Moss

Under the stars and the clouds
Everyone’s faces are greyed out
Who are they out there when I am out there?
Ask yourself what is the real greater good?
When you’re tangled up your own web it’s understood

I panic more than anyone I know
Transpired by the places I never go
What is it you reap but never sow?
Cause I panic more than anyone I know

Too many men on this streetcar
Too many cops in this park
Why are they out here when I am out here?
Don’t stand so close to me!
Locking myself up inside that house
Running circling around
While I’m staring through my ceiling
Wondering when I’m gonna climb up the walls and get free

I panic more than anyone I know
Transpired by the places I never go
What is it you reap but never sow?
Cause I panic more than anyone I know

All that I ever wanted was to be
The perfect rotten apple of your eye

Orange and red
No signs go
You were more real than what I had known
Turn away
Protect yourself
I hope we both can finally be well

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