Alive

You may say that I, I'm alive

But I'm just breathing

And you may say that I, I'll be fine

But I'm dead when I'm leaving

Because fine doesn't mean all the finer things

Fine doesn't mean living at all

Whether I eat or I sleep if you're there walking with me

Watch your world fall apart

And I try to let it go but this rhythm on hold

But your face finds me

And these letters on my hand

They might fade when I get old

They work to remind me

Fine doesn't mean all the finer things

Fine doesn't mean living at all

And whether I eat or I sleep if you're there walking with me