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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? 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 playing Twister with my lyrics 'cause I can and Filling every syllable with lots of bull should I instead Give you the simple sing-a-long that you're all hoping will come next Or do I load this mother up and do-da-do what I do best? So here's my promise Don't aim for flawless 'Cause 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 looking back and giving all you got to top it But if you want it Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey