It's a bulging bloated orb with a molten core   Ready to explode dribble down your chin   Ruining these baby blue blue jeans  But you've made up your mind  You're going to take a bite   No matter what it does to me   So go ahead dig in   Enjoy the subtle flavors  Of my brand new panic  My brand new panic    It's a preteen playground war   Between knife-fighting hordes  These amateur surgeons tremble like virgins   Fumbling and flailing to the bitter end  Clumsy & unnerving   Yet hardly noteworthy  Doubtlessly embarrassing  In a pantomime reflective   Of my own polemic   With my brand new panic  My brand new panic    But is it wrong   To make yourself go mad   To write a song?  To put Psychosis on the couch   And let it talk?  To offer sympathy   And crib the monologue   Of my brand new panic?    Still there's no sexual metaphor  Permitted on this shore   Our annual retreat  Signs posted the beach   All along the Anhedonian Sea read:   'Every single thing is concave or convex  And you'd better get used to it!'  And all my money's wasted  On uptight vacations  With my brand new panic  My brand new panic    And who knows where we'll go   When I cede all control  To the more charming half of me?  In lieu of flowers   Give in memory of me  c/o my brand new panic   My brand new panic  My brand new panic  My brand new panic