Panic! At The Disco

Lying there
With a halo in her hair she cried
There are feathers everywhere
But it's fine
You do this all the time
Crying now
Through a rusted smile she knows
This isn't how he paid the bills before
Drug farm entrepreneur
Go spin circles for me
Wound relentlessly
Around the words we used to sling
Oh, such torturous things
Always chewing up the only ones
I ever mean
If you're goin', then go
Go go go
If you're goin', then go
Go go go