I feel fine.
I feel fine.
I feel fine.
And I've really been all of the things that are outside of me.
I ask you a thousand times,
why did you commit this crime?
I don't let anyone else know...
that I feel anything short of fine.
I know you're with her when I call.
I know there's no point in this at all.
I feel you punch me in my sleep-
I feel you watch me as I weep.
Why do I want to go back to this?
I am such a *******.
I am such a *******.
You are just an apologist.
Your lies they sound like sweet release.
They take me by my wrist and squeeze.
I think about them when I am one.
I know it's done.
Pick up your phone.
I keep screaming I'm not alone.
I'm not alone.
I'm not alone.
I want to believe you down to my bones.
You won't pick up.
I know it's done.
I think about you when I am one.
I'm no stranger
to tears in my palms.
I'll smile when I have become calm.
The dial tone.
It is a sign.
That I'm on my way to feeling fine.
I feel fine.
I feel fine.
I feel fine.
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?