Testo Alright

Maybe I'll go outside
And try to count the trees outside of my apartment
Maybe I'll close my eyes
Pretend I'm somewhere else where all the leaves are falling

I trust my horoscope
More than I trust myself
Keep feeding my ego When I should ask for help
Don't know where prayers go
But I'm still scared of hell

No I'll never be all right
But maybe I'll get close
I'm drinking with my ghosts tonight
No I'll never be all right
But I heard it gets good
I'm thinking that I could in time
No I'll never be all right
But it's gonna be alright

I should be keeping score
Of all the nights I can't decide between getting high or sleeping I thought by 24
I wouldn't question all affection as if I don't need it

I trust my horoscope
More than I trust myself
Keep feeding my ego
When I should ask for help
Don't know where prayers go
But I'm still scared of hell

No I'll never be all right
But maybe I'll get close
I'm drinking with my ghosts tonight
No I'll never be all right
But I heard it gets good
I'm thinking that I could in time
No I'll never be all right
But it's gonna be alright
No I'll never be all right
But it's gonna be alright

And every time I go back to Boston
It just feels like running away
And I sink right back to the bottom
Hoping one day something will change
All my monsters live in the mirror
So I stare them straight in the face
Tell them even though I'm lost I'm not afraid

No I'll never be all right
But maybe I'll get close
I'm drinking with my ghosts tonight
No I'll never be all right
But I heard it gets good
I'm thinking that I could in time