You’re so good at faking a feeling, but I think that I’ll be alright. We made a night out of highway signs. I think I’ll say it. I’m going to say that this time I think I’m actually fine. There I said it, and I think I meant it. I’m not tired yet, so I’m fighting judgment for the sake of better friends and their attempts at romance. Their accounts of happenstance won’t get them anywhere tonight, but I think that they’ll be alright.
Cynical and bright A tad unkind, a part uptight But not too rude A mostly focused mind I’ll let you throw me in the deep And watch me sink I start to think of what I know And expect the worst this time Well, alright