Yes yes yes yes, about the panic pure
I don't count my scars like tree rings
But as of late I'm looking forward to the future
At times I might could be accused of being
I'll never ever be able to repeat
And so all you observers in your scrutiny
Catch as catch as those catchers can
Some 4th of July spectacular and I shook it with an urgency
Though I've never been much of a planner
My jigsaw disposition, it's a piecemeal properties
Throwing caution into the fan
I don't count my scars like tree rings
Are either smoked or honey cured by the panic pure
And so all you observers in your scrutiny
My jigsaw disposition, it's a piecemeal properties
Are either smoked or honey cured by the panic pure
Painfully nostalgic
