Panic! At The Disco Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks (Album Version) Lyrics

Watch your mouth
Your speech is slurred enough
That you just might swallow your tongue
You'd want to give up the ghost
With just a little more poise than that

Or was it God who chokes in these situations, running late?
No no, he called in, he called in

The hospice is
A relaxing weekend getaway
Where you're a cut above all the rest
Sick and sad patients
On first name basis with all the top physicians

Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should
Take it a day at a time

That's when you stutter something profound
To the support on the line
And with the way you've been talking
Every word gets you a step closer to hell
No, I just can't help if you say what everyone else is thinking
Let me state the obvious again

I am
Alone in this bed, house, and head
And she never fixes this
But at least she makes (me forget)
I am
Alone, in this bedroom
She never fixes this
But at least she
Makes me forget

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