Panic! only happens at the disco
Or so they thought when they named themselves
But the real panic happens here
In my mind
Whenever I think back
Or ahead
Or just at all
I guess I think too much
About what it was
What it could’ve been
Shoulda, woulda, coulda
That’ll ******* right up
Obsessing over mistakes
Wondering how to make them right
Over the ‘what ifs’
Trying to turn back time
When we can’t
All we can do is enjoy this
This moment
For what it now is
For how it now feels
For that's where the real magic happens