Panic I guess

It\'s late in the evening,
When he says such strange things
Asks me to show him how to use his phone,
Accidentally ring someone.
My legs, made of feathers,
Won\'t fall under this weight,
I know what to say to the lady
At the hospital desk
And she smiles way too soft,
She speaks way too gentle,
But I can\'t complain,
Better move before I melt down
And wet my whole skin, go home

I thought this time would be crazy,
You know, parties and bullshit
But I found I\'m not the type of guy
Who dances, mostly I sit
In the corner of the room
Scanning every face,
You think life has some limits,
Wait, soon you\'ll be amazed

You can answer every question right,
Sleep how much you need every night,
But you get up not knowing
What this burning building\'s all about
So while my friend is doing great
Straight A\'s, every exam,
I\'m thinking 20 years forward,
\'Till then wasting my time
On pictures of people who pretend
To have figured this out,
Until you get up and do something
All you got is some thoughts and some doubts