Karaoké Disco! in the Panic Room Bug Hunter

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 shyer 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 pacin' talkin' on the telephone

If I look cool I'm foolin' you

At any point you can assume my mind's computin' every path that screws up what I wanna do

Lock the door, seal it too

Dancin' 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 want somethin' more than nostalgia

Received like a hot dog down at the dog park

Be your best friend

The things that I can't shoulder well

I pass on to my older self

And hope I learn to cope so I don't end up broke or overwhelmed

'Cos vocally I'm not the best

I'm openly admittin' that

But if you cared I doubt you would have made it past McCracken yeah

If I look brave I'm secretly pretendin' 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

Dancin' 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

Heh heh hey

Heh heh hey

Heh heh hey

Heh heh hey

Though wouldn't it be the best if all the answers to our questions came as sheepish realizations

Obvious in retrospective

Like the answer for anxiety that's crept into your head is as simple as your printer

You forgot to plug it in

Instead of playin' Twister with my lyrics 'cos I can and fillin' every syllable with lots of bull should I instead

Give you the simple sing-along you're all hopin' will come next or do I load this mother up and dooh dah do what I do best

So here's my promise

Don't aim for flawless 'cos some of your best art is made with chalk on your sidewalk, it's

Gone when you wash it off, it's not made for fame or profits

It's lookin' back and givin' all you got to top it

But if you want it

Heh heh hey

Heh heh hey

Heh heh hey

Heh heh hey

Heh heh hey