Wednesday, May 17, 2006
The poetry that is Panic! at the Disco
Swear to shake it up if you swear to listen, well,
He's still so young, he's desperate for attention.
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys trophy wives.
No, it's much better to face these kind of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
In fact I'll look at it this way. I mean technically our marriage is saved.
This calls for a toast, pour the champagne.
Make us it make us hip make us scene or
Shrug us off your shoulders, don't approve a single word we wrote
Oh blessed objectivity.
Prescribed pills to offset the shakes to offset the pills you should take.
He's still so young, he's desperate for attention.
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys trophy wives.
No, it's much better to face these kind of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
In fact I'll look at it this way. I mean technically our marriage is saved.
This calls for a toast, pour the champagne.
Make us it make us hip make us scene or
Shrug us off your shoulders, don't approve a single word we wrote
Oh blessed objectivity.
Prescribed pills to offset the shakes to offset the pills you should take.
4 Comments:
I think I need to *borrow* this CD to fully appreciate its depth and greatness. Ummm???
Download legally.
Don't steal music.
I do. Holy crap, I so do. Allison, how many times have I turned into Snotty Michelle and orated for minutes, minutes at a time about downloading illegally???
I really did mean borrow. *stamps her foot on the ground, mumbling something PG-13 in Spencer's general direction*
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