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This is the 5th song off Bug Hunter's album, The Rough Draft

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Lyrics:
I got skills but they don't know where to use me
I'm like the best-dressed dude at the nude beach
nice to meet you…

I am more the quiet type, I tend to be a shyer guy
as safe as knee and elbow pads in cul-de-sacs with traffic lights
I spend most of my time alone, but it's not all that bad, ya know?
I lost some weight from anxious-pacin' talkin' on the telephone
If I look cool I'm foolin' you, at any point, you can assume
my mind's computin' every path that screws up what I wanna do

Lock the door, seal it too: Dancing in the Panic Room

I made a promise, now I feel nauseous
as if I chugged a cup of stuff you clean your countertops with
but no Lysol won't solve this, so I am out of options
it's past my bedtime and I'm honestly exhausted

And I just wanna be more than nostalgia
received like a hotdog down at the dog park
be your best friend…

The things that I can't shoulder well I pass onto my older self
and hope I learn to cope so I don't end up broke or overwhelmed
cause vocally I'm not the best, I'm openly admitting that
but if you cared I doubt you would have made it past McCracken, yeah
If I look brave I'm secretly pretending I'm a different me
the one on stage who plays and sings and stomps and claps and basically:

Behind the door, just out of view: Dancing in the Panic Room

I made a promise, now I feel nauseous
as if I chugged a cup of stuff you clean your countertops with
but no Lysol won't solve this, so I am out of options
it's past my bedtime and I'm honestly exhausted
So if you want it…

Wouldn't it be the best if all the answers to our questions
came as sheepish realizations obvious in retrospective
like the answer for anxiety that's crept into your head
is as simple as your printer - you forgot to plug it in
instead of playing twister with my lyrics 'cause I can
and filling every syllable with lots of bull should I instead
give you the simple sing-a-long that you're all hoping will come next
or do I load this motha up and doo-da-doo what I do best?

So here's my promise: don't aim for flawless
cause some of your best art is made with chalk on your sidewalk its
gone when you wash it off its not made for fame or profits
It's lookin back and giving all you got to top it
but if you want it…