Fiction Plane Everything Will Never Be Ok
Everything in your life is explained away As part of a process that holds you back A walk along an avenue of trees is just what you need But the memory of divorce lingers on Everything will never be ok There'll always be some part of you in pain Everything will never be ok There's a lack of oxygen inside this town It stops my brain from getting me high Every time I wake up it's a brand new day And I realize my body's designed to die You can take an hour or two out of everyday Living in a world of lies you feel no pain Cause I'm waiting for the day when I don't have to work And love will satisfy my impatience You know how much my dear that I would love to talk But I'm far too busy and this occasion It's just as real to escape as to suffer
