Fine

I woke up today and something didn't hurt

Not everything, but a couple things worked And I didn't know what

to do with that 'Cause I been carrying heavy so long I

forgot how to act When a

door opens up and it ain't a trap Do I trust it?

Do I walk through?

Do I look back?

'Cause every time something good showed up in the past It came

with a price and the price came fast Is this what it

feels like? Is this how it starts?

Or is this just the calm before it falls apart?

I don't know if I'm allowed to feel okay

I don't know if I'm supposed to stay this way

Am I fine?

Am I really fine?

Or am I just too tired to feel the decline?

Is this what happy is?

Is this what it's supposed to be?

'Cause I don't recognize the face in front of me

Am I fine?

Am I really fine?

Or am I second-guessing every single sign?

I don't know what I'm supposed to do

I just know I don't trust it when I do (mm)

It ain't everything, it's just a couple of things But a couple

of things is more than I ever seen And I'm sitting here

waiting for the other shoe

Like the good ain't real unless I pay for it too They

say "be happy,"

but they don't say how They say "it's starting,"

but I'm asking "starting now?"

What am I supposed to be doing with this?

Is there a manual for what comes after the abyss?

Is this what it feels like?

Is this how it starts?

Or is this just the calm before it falls apart?

I don't know if I'm allowed to feel okay

I don't know if I'm supposed to stay this way

Am

I fine? Am I really fine?

Or am I just too tired to feel the decline?

Is this what happy is?

Is this what it's supposed to be?

'Cause I don't recognize the face in front of me

Am I fine? Am I really fine?

Or am I second-guessing every single sign?

I don't know what I'm supposed to do

I just know I don't trust it when I do (mm)

I-don't-know-if-I'm-allowed-to-be-okay

I-don't-know-if-this-is-real-or-just-a-phase Every-time-something-works-I-wait-for-the-fall

Every-time-I-hear-good-news-I-wait-for-the-call

That-says-"just-kidding,-you-don't-get-to-keep-it" So-I'm-questioning-everything-'til-I-can't-even-see-it What-is-happy? What-is-peace?

What-am-I-supposed-to-be? Two-things-going-right-and-I-still-don't-feel-free

Am I fine? Am I really fine?

Or am I just too tired to feel the decline?

Is this what happy is?

Is this what it's supposed to be?

'Cause I don't recognize the face in front of me

Am I fine?

Am I really fine?

Or am I second-guessing every single sign?

I don't know what I'm supposed to do

I just know I don't trust it when I do (mm)

Two things going right.

That's it.

And I don't know if I'm allowed to enjoy it yet.

I think I am.

I don't know.