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 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)