Some days I'm splintering and cracking at the seams.
Giving way for her to stay inside my mind and f*cking with my life.
Some days I'm wide awake and ready to get out of here.
When 'Pep Talk' words kill thoughts of her:
It's not the end of the world it's gonna be okay.
And I'm still glad I know you
I'm still glad you make me sing.
And if I'm not alright, then it'll be alright.
Turn it up, I don't want to feel a thing.
I don't need anyone; just a box of records.
When I've got no reason to go on:
I may hate this place, but I love these f*cking chords.
And I'm still glad I have you
And I'm still glad to be alive.
And if I'm not alright well then that's alright
I've got you to save my life.