From A Mountain In The Middle Of The Cabins

• Panic! At The Disco

Lying there

With a halo in her hair she cried

There are feathers everywhere

But it’s fine

You do this all the time

Crying now

Through a rusted smile she knows

This isn’t how he paid the bills before

Drug farm entrepreneur

Go spin circles for me

Wound relentlessly

Around the words we used to sling

Oh, such torturous things

Always chewing up the only ones

I ever mean

If you’re goin’, then go

Go go go

If you’re goin’, then go

Go go go

Watch love

Get strangled by a kite’s cold strings

Fall comes early and summer leaves

As a storm with the car keys

Spark your heels

Up against the picket fence I built

All your wishes they will sink like stones

Slowly down a lonely well