Tác giả: Noah Kahan & Ryan Keen
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Noah Kahan
It's an empty shell I live in. The doors are always closed. And I spend my weeks. Losing my head, resting my bones. And they say that nothing's given. So I guess I'll get nothing at all. And I'll accept.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
A daydream spills from my corked head. Breaks free of my wooden neck. Left a nod over sleeping waves. Like bobbing bait for bathing cod. Floating flocks of candled swans. Slowly drift across wax ponds. The men all played.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street. Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing. Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering. The rooms have a hint.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
Now I'm of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret. Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name. As she sheds her skin on stage. I'm seated and sweating to a dance song on the club's P.A. The.
Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Panic! At The Disco
The I.V. and your hospital bed. This was no accident. This was a therapeutic chain of events. This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor. This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital. It's not so.