Panic At The Disco Quotes

We're still so young and desperate for attention...

Cause it's nine in the afternoon and Your eyes are the size of the moon You could 'cause you can so you do We're feeling so good Just the way that we do When it's nine in the Afternoon

Just for the record the weather today is slightly sarcastic, with a good chance of A. indifference and B. disinterest in what the critics say.

dont take the kid from the fight take the fight from the kid.

If you love me let me go.

smirking between dignified sips of his dignified...peach and lime...daiquri!

This Is Gospel For The Fallen Ones

There’s a little tagline in there that I throw out to our fans, I like to call them my sinners, and I’m a fellow sinner, and so I think that’s a special little throw-out to them.

If all our life is but a dream, fantastic posing greed, then I should sink my jewelry to the sea, for diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me.

Hey moon, please forget to fall down

Cause these words are knives and often leave scars, the fear of falling apart. And truth be told, I never was yours.

Here he is, the epitome of self-improvement, like I knew a more primitive and lesser form of him. He wasn't a full person then, but now he is complete. Not completed by me, not at all. He's making damn sure I don't accidentally think that. And he smiles at me, the way you'd smile at a stranger, or at someone you know you're never going to see again, awkward but comforting like the encounter was not as unpleasant as it could have been. I want to snatch a hold of his shoulders and ask if he's fucking kidding me. If he's done. Because it seems to me like he is, but he's not allowed to be if I'm not.

Sit tight, I'm gonna need you to keep time Come on just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me Good, good now we're making some progress Come on just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well Don't you see, I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue? Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives Applause, applause, no wait wait Dear studio audience, I've an announcement to make: It seems the artists these days are not who you think So we'll pick back up on that on another page And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well Don't you see, I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen Swear to shake it up, swear to shake it up Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be your eyes

I know the world's a broken bone, but melt your headaches call it home

Right now, I’m all panic and no disco, sadly.

Eli was a scene kid, the type that was just a little too into Panic! at the Disco to be trusted.

More panic. More emergencies and disasters. Soon, emergencies fell into a sort of natural ranking: drop-everything emergencies, do-what-you-can emergencies, and you’ll just-have-to-wait emergencies. Disasters, too, had their own ratings: unavoidable, did-the-best-we-could, my fault/your fault. Then there were godlike moments when a decision had to be made as to who most deserved to die. By the afternoon of her second day, Dtui wondered whether her heart had shrunk. She felt less. People had become less human. Death had become less of a tragedy. Her patients weren’t blacksmiths or housewives, they were percentages. “With this little skill and this little pharmaceutical backup, this patient—let’s call her number seven—has a forty percent chance of survival.” It amazed and saddened her that, in order to do her job properly, she had to stop caring.

In a panic, Less’s mind races to put this man before a series of backgrounds—blue sky and beach, tall tree and river, lobster and wineglass, disco ball and drugs, bedsheets and sunrise—but nothing is coming to mind.

Unlike Panic! At the Disco, I write sins AND tradgedies.

Unlike Panic! At The Disco, I write sins AND Tragedies.

You're a regular decorated emergency The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake You've earned your place inside the ICUs hall of fame The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again

But I'm sure I didn't ruin her Just made her more interesting

I don't love you, I'm just passing the time You could love me if I knew how to lie But who could love me? I am out of my mind

Panic! At the Disco

Her legs were under the covers, and she was wearing an oversized sweatshirt that said Panic! At the Disco

What I write are not sins; I write tragedies.

Jonathan Daniel: I mean, people knew "Sins." That song was so big everywhere. But yeah, I don't think they knew the band as much. I remember Panic! went to see Kanye in Vegas, and Pete asked Kanye if he had met them and Kanye was like, 'No, I didn't see anybody here dressed like the 1800s.' So I think they had some idea . . .