Tell me that you're alright,
yeah, everything is alright.
Oh, please tell me that you're alright,
yeah, everything is alright.
Give me a reason to
end this discussion,
to break with tradition,
to fold and divide.
'Cause I hate the ocean,
theme parks, and airplanes,
talking with strangers, waiting in line.
I'm through with these pills
that make me sit still.
"Are you feeling fine?"
Yes, I feel just fine.
Tell me that you're alright,
yeah, everything is alright.
Oh, please tell me that you're alright,
yeah, everything is alright.
I'm sick of the things I do
when I'm nervous,
like cleaning the oven
or checking my tires,
or counting the number
of tiles in the ceiling -
head for the hills,
the kitchen's on fire!
I used to rely on
self-medication;
I guess I still do that
from time to time.
But I'm getting better at
fighting the future,
"Someday you'll be fine."
Yes, I'll be just fine.