Panic!

(Maybe we should all–)

I spend too much time on my phone
When I hate the world, I don't leave my home
I don't know where all my taxes go
Though everyone talks 'bout what they don't know
I don't remember 2001, but I think the '90s sound overdone
I'm tired of taking pills just to sleep
And wondering who pays the waitress to eat

And I can't make it feel any better
No, I can't make it make any sense
And I don't know how I can control it
Without getting into my head
And if I don't understand it
Fuck it, I'm just gonna panic

(Maybe we should all–)

I hate that I love Amazon Prime
And I feel alone like all of the time
Things that I want not are not what I need
But they all feel good, but they don't fix me

And I, can't make it feel any better
No, I can't make it make any sense
And I don't know how I can control it
Without getting into my head
And if I don't understand it
Fuck it, I'm just gonna panic

Do you want to do drugs?
Drugs with me later?
Drugs with me later?
Drugs with me later?
Do you want to do drugs, drugs with me later?
Drugs with me later?
Drugs with me later?

(Do you want to do drugs, drugs with me later?)
Can't make it feel any better
No, I can't make it make any sense (Drugs with me later?)
And I don't know how I can control it (Drugs with me later?)
Without getting into my head (Do you want to do drugs?)
And if I don't understand it (Drugs with me later?)
Fuck it, I'm just gonna panic

(Maybe we should all just–)