Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
I've already forgotten that I used to be
awake...
From that moment you'll be out of place and underdressed.
It makes me feel rather scared to be
sitting here in the middle of a cavern
In an evening dress
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
It's very smokey in this cavern, and very cold
It's also quite full of people
strangely like a
party
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and...
When you're in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes
I'm curled up in the center
in a fetal position
Whoa, everything goes according to plan.
I feel very condemned.
I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
I'm trying really hard
at this point
to get the dream straight in my mind
Because you say so under your breath.
But the closest I can get is that suddenly
everyone is dancing
and I am standing on the side
watching.
You're reading lips "When did he get all confident?"
They dance like,
They aren't moving
but
they're spinning so fast
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better, and you can't stand it
They don't
have faces but
I know them all
Next is a trip to the, the ladies room in vain, and
The cavern is disappearing,
right before my
very eyes
I bet you just can't keep up with, with these fashionistas, and
Tonight, tonight you are, you are a whispering campaign.
I bet to them your name is "Cheap", I bet to them you look like shh...
I can't help
but wonder where I am now
But it is somewhere that makes me very self aware
Talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears.
And keep telling yourself that "I'm a diva!"
I am sitting in a public library, watching television
execpt without any sound
and the woman on the screen
screams wonderfly
and smashes things
In lovely tecnicolor.
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table,
they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin.
And
in classic fashion
The library, books, television, woman, all
Disolve
I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips "When did he get all confident?"
And I am finally
where I belong
lying on
nothing in a black chasm
in space
Because there is nothing
at the end of a dream
And I know,
and I know,
it just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up.
I've never been so surreptitious,
so of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.
The Itallics are There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey. You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet by Panic! At the Disco.
It Just felt right
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