Pacer Everything's Fine
It was a good night, just look at me - Tired but happy.
From the outskirts practicing and then back to the
City. And there I sat, content but worn. My mind goes
blank, drink in the night. Watch as droplets of rain
reflect in the street lights. And there I sat, content
but -
You sit down next to me and tell me ‘bout your life,
you ask me “how is mine?” It might be a half truth, it
might be a lie, but I’m fine. Your questions come out
easy, as I feel my pulse race, I stumble over mine. It
might be a half truth, it might be a lie, but I’m fine.
Yeah everything’s fine.
“How’s your new house? How’s your family? Does this
make you feel awkward? Why won’t you look at me?”
But you sit down next to me and tell me ‘bout your
life, you ask me “how is mine?” It might be a half
truth, it might be a lie, but I’m fine. Your questions
come out easy, as I feel my pulse race, I stumble over
mine. It might be a half truth, it might be a lie, but
I’m fine. Everything’s fine.
Nervous shakes, awkward muttering. Hear the breaks,
count the stuttering. Wide eyes, tired throats. Old
smiles, I can’t cope. So don’t sit so close to me,
we’ve got nothing left to say. So don’t sit so close to
me!
But you sit down next to me and tell me ‘bout your
life, you ask me “how is mine?” It might be a half
truth, it might be a lie, but I’m fine. Questions come
out easy, as I feel my pulse race, I stumble over mine.
It might be a half truth, it might be a lie, but I’m
fine. Everything’s fine.
