Bug Hunter - Disco in the panic room

^FmI’ve got skills, they don’t know where to use m^Bbe ^FMI’m like the ^Fbest-dressed d^Bbude at the nude beach ^FmNice to meet you ^Bb

^FmI am more the quiet type ^BbI tend to be a shyer guy As ^Fmsafe as knee and elbow pads In cul-^Bbde-sacs with traffic lights I ^Fmspend most of my time alone ^CmIt’s no^Bbt all that bad, you know I ^Fmlost some weight from anxious pacing ^Bmtalking on the telephone

^FmIf I look cool, I’m ^Ffoolin’ you At any ^Bmpoint you can assume My ^Fmmind’s computing every path that ^Bmscrews up what I want to do Fm* Lock the door Ab* Seal it, too Bb* Bb* Dancing in the panic room!

^FmI made a promise Now I feel ^Bbnauseous As if I ^Fmchugged a cup of stuff you clean your ^Bbcountertops with ^FmBut no Lysol will solve this ^BbSo I am out of options ^FmIt’s past my bedtime and I’m ^Cmhonestly ^Bbexhausted

^FAnd I just want something more than ^Bbnostalgia ^FmReceived like a hot dog down at the d^Bbog park ^FmBe your ^Bbmbest friend ^{Bb Fm Cm Bb}

^FmThe things I that I can’t shoulder well I ^Cmpass on to my ^Bbolder self ^FmAnd hope I learn to cope so I don’t end up ^Bbbroke or overwhelmed

‘Cause ^Fmvocally, I’m not the best I’m ^Copenly admitting ^Bbthat ^FmBut if you cared I doubt you would have made it past M^BbcCracken, yeah ^FmIf I look brave, I’m ^Fsecretly ^BbPretending I’m a different me ^FmThe one onstage who plays and sings and claps and shouts and ^Bbbasically Fm* Behind the door Ab* Just out of view Bb* Bb* Dancing in the panic room

^FmI made a promise Now I feel ^Bbnauseous As if I ^Fmchugged a cup of stuff you clean your ^Bbcountertops with ^FmBut no Lysol will solve this ^BbSo I am out of options ^FmIt’s past my bedtime and I’m ^Chonestly ^Bbexhausted ^{Ab Bb}But if you wanted

^FmHe-he-hey! ^BbHe-he-^Fmhey! ^C

^BbHe-he-h^Fmey! ^BbHe-he-^Fmhey! ^{Cm Bb Ab Bb}

^FmThough wouldn’t it be the best if all the answers to our questions Came as sheepish realizations, obvious in ^Bbmretrospective ^FmLike the answer for anxiety that’s crept into your head Is as simple as your printer: you forgot to plug it ^Cin

^FmInstead of playing Twister with my lyrics ‘^Ebcause I can And ^Fmfilling every syllable with lots of bull, ^Bbmshould I instead Give you the ^Fmsimple sing-along you’re all hoping will come next Or do I ^Cmload this mother up and do-dah-^Cdo what I do best?

^FmSo here’s my promise ^BbmDon’t aim for flawless ‘Cause ^Fmsome of your best art is made with ^Cchalk on your ^Bbsidewalk, it's ^FmGone when you wash it off, ^Bbit’s Not made for fame or pro^Fmfits It’s lookin’ back and givin’ ^Cmall you got to ^Bbtop it ^{Ab Bb}But if you want it

^FmHe-he-hey! ^BbHe-he-^Fmhey!

^BbHe-he-h^Fmey! ^{C Bb}He-he-^Fmhey! ^{Cm Bbm Bb Ab Bb}