I watch videos of soldiers being reunited with their dogs
Cheap cries are the only ways I feel anything at all
In social situations I don't know regulations
Unless I saw the same thing on television
I never feel too bad
I never feel too great
I'm okay
My friends and I would throw fists in the middle of mosh pits
Now we stand in the back and say, "All the scene has gone to sh*t"
We'll all scream, "f*ck cops"
To forget our band shirts are made down in sweatshops
And I don't feel happiness
Just content with my purchases
I'm okay
Spring break
Strings break
I'm okay
Out of cash
Plane crash
I'm okay
When I medicate my brain I feel okay
I'm okay