Testo Okay

Pulling at my sleeve, and I can't really breathe
Am I killing myself? Don't wanna think about it
Now I don't feel well, and everyone can tell
Set it on a shelf 'cause I don't care about it

Everything will be okay
This isn't real anyway
Pulling at my socks, and I don't wanna talk
I can't stand my voice when it hasn't broken in
And now I'll sit at home, I'll throw away my phone
I don't wanna go out, but I don't wanna stay in

Everything will be okay
This isn't real anyway

And I can't think 'bout what's ahead
I will just eat what I am fed
And I can't take another day sitting in bed
But don't know what I'd do instead

He sent a picture of his new painting
I said it's nice, he said that it's barely started All of the pretty strokes, do we both wanna go
Run off to the sea, or somewhere else uncharted?

Everything will be okay
This isn't real anyway

Everything will be okay
This isn't real anyway