Talk to the mirror, oh choke back tears and
Keep telling yourself, that "I'm a diva!"
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table
They just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin
I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it
Cause you say so under your breath
You're reading lips "when did he get all confident?"
-Panic! At The Disco /There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet
Man, that's a long song title. Haha. It didn't let me title it the full song. LOLOLOLOL
