White Knuckles

Panic!
Panic at the pivotal moment
Set my pulse to the heart of the setting sun Mania!
Man, I’m getting hot for comfort
And I don’t find no shelter here
Monday you say you’re a towering inferno of genius
Wednesday I see you’re nothing but a hot mess
So, what did I miss?
Why are we wasting our short lives?
Brother, can you tell me if the cigarette I smoke
Is real or something management painted on the wall?
Sister, can you tell me is the perfume that you choose
A window into tenderness
And how far does it go?
Will I ever get that close?
I am not all right
I am not all right here
I have seen enough
So when will I see it again?
I am not all right
I am not all right here
I could keep it together if I just keep moving along
Or settle down
Smiling
Say it with a smile why don’t ya?
When you die you’ll get to dirty heaven
And you’ll finally be free
But not me
I ain’t thinking about no halo future
I don’t think I’d like it anyway
It ain’t no complete loss
But it’s far short of the miracle
I am not all right
I am not all right here
I have seen enough
So when will I see it again?
I am not all right
I am not alright here
I could keep it together if I never slow down