I can't believe I didn't
write down my life on a note
this boat is sinking with me
and I've got no stories to tell
my life is worth no money
nor the attention that I want
pushed around from place to places
never seem to fit in quite right
You've got nothing to worry about
everyone keeps telling me
suck it up and move on with life
maybe I don't want to
everything will be just okay
everyone keeps telling me
I can't handle all the feelings
maybe I don't want to
Suburban kid from stockholm
I want to be more than this
sit around and watch my paint dry
happy thoughts about ending this
mess around and act all tough shit
but I'm still mommas little kid
hear my screams and process my words
stupid tricks and fatal meanings
It'll be okay, It'll be okay, It'll be okay, I promise.

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