Disco! in the Panic Room

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?