Okay

It looks like you're a
little bit worse for wear
Just rough around the edges
As if you would even care

You're a poster on the wall
Pinned up for the world to see
Dust hanging off of your eyes
Watching from empathy

But it's okay
Even if the ride's rough
There's nothing to discuss

It's okay
You still can't define love
Or bottle up your passion

It's okay, okay?

Homesick where your heart is
So thirsty for a tuned out town
Feeling orange complications
Swallowing what used to be a frown

But it's okay.