Momma told me I was okay
And what I was feeling was normal
Having sadness drop into my heart frequently
The way your stomach drops when you're on a roller coaster
Was okay

Momma told me I was okay
And what I was feeling was normal
That letting the blade swipe my skin
Like a credit card being swiped through a machine
Was okay

Momma told me I was okay
And that no feeling at all was normal
That popping 'special pills for sad people' continuously
Like the never ending tick of a clock
Was okay

But momma never told me she'd stopped taking her 'special' pills
And, Momma, I don't think that we're okay