Alright

Maybe I'll go outside

And try to count the trees outside of my apartment

Maybe I'll close my eyes

Pretend I’m somewhere else where all the leaves are falling

I trust my horoscope

More than I trust myself

Keep feeding my ego

When I should ask for help

Don’t know where prayers go

But I'm still scared of Hell

No, I'll never be all right

But maybe I’ll get close

I’m drinking with my ghosts tonight

No, I'll never be all right

But I heard it gets good

I'm thinking that I could, in time

No, I'll never be all right

But it’s gonna be alright

I should be keeping score

Of all the nights I can’t decide between getting high or sleeping

I thought, by twenty-four

I wouldn’t question all affection as if I don’t need it

I trust my horoscope

More than I trust myself

Keep feeding my ego

When I should ask for help

Don’t know where prayers go

But I'm still scared of Hell

No, I'll never be all right

But maybe I’ll get close

I’m drinking with my ghosts tonight

No, I'll never be all right

But I heard it gets good

I'm thinking that I could, in time

No, I'll never be all right

But it’s gonna be alright

No, I'll never be all right

But it’s gonna be alright

And every time I go back to Boston

It just feels like running away

And I sink right back to the bottom

Hoping one day something will change

All my monsters live in the mirror

So I stare 'em straight in the face

Tell them, "Even though I'm lost, I'm not afraid"

No, I'll never be all right

But maybe I’ll get close

I’m drinking with my ghosts tonight

No, I'll never be all right

But I heard it gets good

I'm thinking that I could, in time