Well you said it didn't mean much
But you know I doubt it
Cause the message just popped up on your screen
If you read it reply
You said it was more like
A spiritual connection
And that I wouldn't understand it
With my small town frame of mind
You tried so hard
To live just like an artist But your
paintings never turned out unique
They were kinda bad But at least you're hanging around
All the right parties Telling everyone the future's so bleak
You claim that you're not alone It's
this thing called self-partnering
And leaving
home for the seventh time this week
You spent so long
Lying on your therapist's bed
That after fifteen sessions You couldn't take it
You said,
well we retire And then you made some new friends
You said they had the answers But they only ever charged a small fee
She wanted
to live with such virtue That you slept out at two degrees
And leaving
home for the seventh time this week
It's okay to not be like the others
No way you'll end up like your father
It's okay to not be okay Like all the sad people anyway
It's okay to not be okay Like all the sad people
I feel alright today