When I come home at Christmas, we act like nothing's differentLike we froze in timeAnd your corner in town seems far less innocent nowBut I say, I stay polite and bite my nails and hold my breathDon't say the things I should've said nine years agoCould cut the tension with a knifeEverything, everything's not fineIf I'm being honestEverything, everything's not fineWe still hit the hardestEverything, everything's not fineEverything, everything's not fineIt's not fineSitting here in this basementMy old pink CD playerIt really brings me backI think of you less oftenGuess coming home's a problemYou just come flooding backIf I called you out, I know I bet youTurn it round, call me upTest and say I'm crazyTrying to cover up your crimeEverything, everything's not fineIf I'm being honestEverything, everything's not fineWe still hit the hardestEverything, everything's not fineSometimes I wish that I could just forget youWhatever happened, I wish I could just forget youTake the memories and lock them in the atticI still have so much to say to youBut I fell in the habit of keeping everything inOh, life would be so different if I never even met youI would meet someone and trust themAnd not think that they're all like youI would love myself a bit moreSleep a little better if I see you againEverything, everything's not fineIf I'm being honestEverything, everything's not fineWe still hit the hardestEverything, everything's not fineIt's not fineIt's not fineMm-hmm, yeahMm-hmm, yeah