You're having another meltdown.
It's ok.
You're having another nervous twitch.
It's ok.
Your nerves are shot so much—
Your heart has gone to the moon.

Back in the living room, laying down.
It's ok.
You're breathing in and breathing out.
It's ok.
Your chest is rising with a sense of calm.
Your nerves are returning to the launchpad.

In the tumble dryer cycle of life, again.
It's ok.
Your mind has looped itself around my leg.
It's ok.
As much as I pull, I can't get out.
You're ******* my soul, little pig.

Flowing with the surf of 6 feet waves.
You're ok.
Your little boat—capsize is impossible.
You're ok.
My seat next to you was made in heaven.
Pushing and pulling we float to the sun.

Worn out from this endless sea of crises.
It's ok.
You're in this with me, there is no escape.
You're ok.
We will survive, partners for life.
We will discover the peace within us.
We're ok.