I swore I'd never write a song for you
But it's the kinda year where I'm doing things I never do
I know I've pulled away the tablecloth from under the the feast
I hope that time is kinda kind on me for weathering these weathered weeks
I think that everything is OK, or nothing will be OK again
I said that everything is OK, or nothing will be OK again
I think that everything is OK, or nothing will be OK again
I said that everything is OK, or nothing will be OK again
I got the place in better order, but I keep getting shaky dreams
I wake up with the trauma of a life living heavy themes
I should be kinder to my body, but I wanna see what it can take
It's like I'm hanging off a cliff in a car above a hungry lake
I think that everything is OK, or nothing will be OK again
I said that everything is OK, or nothing will be OK again
I think that everything is OK, or nothing will be OK again
I said that everything is OK, or nothing will be OK again
I think that everything is OK, or nothing will be OK again
I said that everything is OK, or nothing will be OK again
I think that everything is OK, or nothing will be OK again
I said that everything is OK, or nothing will be OK again
I think that everything is OK, or nothing will be OK again
I said that everything is OK, or nothing will be OK again
I think that everything is OK, or nothing will be OK again
I said that everything is OK
