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Brendon Urie /Panic! at the Disco by Ramona Rosales for iHeartRadio

By Ryan Ross of Panic! At the Disco, in between ‘a fever you can’t sweat out’ and 'Pretty. Odd.’

From Cricket and Clover: (also known as the 'cabin album’ )

I have crickets living with me Little chirping limbs are moaning Me to see you can’t be lonely When crickets live inside your clothing Crickets living in my coat sleeves Little chirping limbs are croaking Me to see I must be lucky To have you be the one Who loves me I suppose if there was no reason It wouldn’t be my coat they sing in Because crickets hold me intent Of being loved of being lucky And I am both from what you’ve shown So fraction fingers if I am truly Made of one million glowing constellations Then I think I owe it to you to be every hallucination you see in me You see in me Thank a feather fingers for believing there is more out here Than what we’re seeing that there is more then just a canvas ceiling Hanging above our heads with no meaning For reminding me the sun will come Just when we think it has given up And that it truly is enough to be alive and be in love For being the reason the birds keep singing and for being what the Sky’s been needing what you see in me are just hallucinations I know it’s you who are the glowing constellations I’m only reflecting your perfections I know I’m lucky feather fingers. I feel as if I’m a Figurine. I feel like something on strings, posed by love fragile fingers and possessed by a frantic fluttering in my chest. I am renewed I am not of rags or of scraps. Pristine… I am something velveteen. The charcoal clouds have finally finished spitting on me Concentrating instead on painting a Faithful portrait splashed across The canvas of The wine read heavens You are draped across a vast daffodil cream.