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 be What it could’ve been Shoulda, woulda, coulda That’ll ******* right up Obsessing over mistakes Wondering how to make them right When we can’t All we can do is enjoy this The moment For what it now is How it now feels That’s where the real magic happens
Clearing out the drafts… Cheesy one **** but straight facts