this is panic:
your heart forgets how to beat,
every muscle in your body tenses, sets a good example
your throat closes so your foolish heart can't escape --
you know you're not lucky enough to die like this, but you still hope it'll be over soon.
five years later and you think you should understand by now --
wait. did you think there was an answer? did you think this staccato heart of yours, these sweaty palms, actually meant something?
you must be new here.
kid, they're gonna eat you alive in the Real World.