Another evening spent in the corners of my brain
Where I wander off into the dark
And I close my eyes and hope the wolves won't follow me
But hope is hard of hearing so I'm waiting for the teeth
And I can learn that a helping hand can be the same that holds the knife
No, I'm not well, but I'm alright
You gotta learn how to take your hits when your hands are always tired
No, I'm not well, but I'm alright
I memorized the ceiling with the fire at my feet
And I give myself advice that I can't keep
I no longer ask myself what any of this means
But I just want my mind to quit so I can finally fall asleep
I'm just waiting for my mind to quit so I can finally fall asleep
I kept falling for the broken wing because I couldn't pick the fight
Don't believe them when they tell you the bird won't bite
I can't tell you how it got this way or if it started as a lie
No, I'm not well, but I'm alright
I kept falling for the broken wing because I couldn't pick the fight
Don't believe them when they tell you the bird won't
And I can learn that a helping hand can be the same that holds the knife
No, I'm not well, but I'm alright