Panic Pure by Vic Chesnutt

My earliest memory is of holding up a sparkler
High up to the darkest sky
Some 4th of July spectacular and I shook it with an urgency
I'll never ever be able to repeat

At times I might could be accused of being
Painfully nostalgic
But as of late I'm looking forward to the future
Though I've never been much of a planner

Throwing caution into the fan
Catch as catch as those catchers can

And so all you observers in your scrutiny
I don't count my scars like tree rings
My jigsaw disposition, it's a piecemeal properties
Are either smoked or honey cured by the panic pure
Yes yes yes yes, about the panic pure

And so all you observers in your scrutiny
I don't count my scars like tree rings
My jigsaw disposition, it's a piecemeal properties
Are either smoked or honey cured by the panic pure
Yes yes yes yes, by the panic pure

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