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Don't panic

i don’t know how i got here

twiddling my thumbs in the bathroom mirror

my mind ran off with my body again


there’s something about the night’s silhouette

caressing it’s way across my chest

that refuses to let me sleep until morning


but they say...



don’t, don’t panic

don’t, don’t panic

but what if that’s all i’m good at?


i’m biting my nails until they bleed

as i watch my love sleep comfortably

does she know i’m slowly poisoning?


robotically we pass the days

‘i love you’ is just another phrase

can she recognize she’s not happy?


but they say..


(chorus x 2)

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