Tell me that you're alright. Yeah, everything is alright. Oh please tell me that you're alright. Yeah, everything is alright.
Give me a reason to end this discussion. To break with tradition, to fold and divide.
'Cause I hate the ocean, theme parks and airplanes, talking with strangers and waiting in line. I'm through with these pills that make me sit still. Are you feeling fine? Yes, I feel just fine.
I'm sick of the things I do when I'm nervous, like cleaning the oven or checking my tires, or counting the number of tiles in the ceiling. Someday you'll be fine. Yeah, I'll be just fine.
Give me a reason I don't believe a word. To end this