Panic Service
In the usual way, the usual things begin to start
But the days that aren't happening to my satisfaction are regretful and pathetic.
In the usual way, the usual things begin to start
But the words I put together just become a waste of time.
Always... when I'm with you....
I don't need.... anything else....
I have so many things I want to tell you
But because I can't put together the words well enough
Awkward me wants to leave you with this one thought:
"From now on, I always want to be with you!" is what I want to say...
Panic... panic...