A Panic of Our Own

Memories Time to dance. London Beckoned songs about sins Not tragedies. Written by Mona Lisa Always money and hurricanes. Build God and thank God for nails For breakfast. It's better, you just haven't Though of it. Intermission Ready to go camisado, Written by machines. Let's kill tonight! Sarah smiles, always Ever since we met, most fun A girl can have Esteban Get me out, the calendar says It's nine in the afternoon. Lying, mistakes, tacks for snacks We're so starving. Mad as rabbits, press coverage Of that Green Gentleman What I'm seeing? Martyrdom and suicides.