Letra

Hey, hey, it's okay Everybody feels kinda weird some days Hey, hey, it's okay Everybody feels kinda weird I should get up out of bed, I should probably drink some water I should, I should, I should, but I know that I'm not gonna Do the things that statistically that make me feel better Get outside and out my mind, I know I'll feel better Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling through the videos and pictures Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling like my eyes are drinking liquor Feeling overstimulated, maybe it's a sign If I'm here any longer, I'll get tan lines from the brightness Nothing's really wrong yet, nothing's really wrong yet Nothing's really wrong Hey, hey, it's okay Everybody feels kinda weird some days Hey, hey, it's okay Everybody feels kinda weird some days You don't have to try to please nobody You just gotta try to please your own body Hey, hey, it's okay Everybody feels kinda weird some days Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, ah Okay, okay, okay, I got banana socks on, like, "Could I get any cuter?" Grab a cup of tea and I walk to the computer Oh, you're fucking kidding me, another school shooter? Suddenly, I'm sturtled by the chances of my future A parade, or a concert, or a theater, or a school Can't prove I'm any safer in the comfort of my room But somewhere in Malaysia, there's a plane that disappeared And no one talks about it, and I think that's pretty weird So what if it was me? My chances aren't that far What if the plane I take next week ends up where they are? This isn't making any sense, and now I'm kinda spiraling Take a deep breath and keep reminding Hey, hey, it's okay Everybody feels kinda weird some days Hey, hey, it's okay Everybody feels kinda weird some days You don't have to try to please nobody You just gotta try to please your own body Hey, hey, it's okay Everybody feels kinda weird some days Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, ah Nothing's really wrong yet, nothing's really wrong yet Nothing's really wrong (nothing, nothing's wrong) Wrong yet, nothing's really wrong yet (there's nothing wrong) Nothing's really wrong yet, nothing's really wrong (I said nothing)
Writer(s): Grant Averill, Corinne Savage Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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