Sometimes
I can pretend enough
That I'm fine
To paint a picture
With solid lines
But the canvas will never be mine
Oh
And the anxiety will bleed into the painting
The only truth is there's no escaping
The longer you stay unsure
The further you walk away from your cure
But don't ask me for advice
I'd tell you
To
Stay outside the lines
But the canvas is not mine
Sometimes I can pretend that I'm just fine
To paint a picture with just solid lines
But the canvas isn't mine
But I'm just fine
Yeah I'm just fine