Wrong Time To Panic! Lyrics

She picked the wrong, wrong time to panic

Sadder songs tend to make her manic

She was hoping he'd come around earlier

She was pacing at the top of the stairs in her head

She drops her standards in the light of limerence

Regretful, but it helps emphasize her indifference

Too bad that part came at the end

She worries it was all pretend

You've really got to get that fix out your mind

You've really got to starve habits down behind

Every time you get another, you just feed it still

Audrey II leeching off her neck

(Bites her fingers)

An illusion of a smile, courtesy of Quentin Beck

(The feeling lingers)

And a cadaver's looking down from below the grave!

Am I digging the sky? Am I really that depraved?

Or am I n-o-v-e-l? I can't tell

I've really got to get that fix out my mind

(Yes, you do)

I've really got to starve habits down behind

(Yes, you do)

Every time I get another, I just feed it still

I've really got to get that fix out my mind

I've really got to starve habits down behind

Every time I get another, I just feed it still