It’s not taking as long as I thought for this to bloom
and though I may falter
         confuse myself with someone else
  The doctors say I’ll be ok
     My appendix isn’t going to burst
they’ll cut it out before it breaks

and though I may trip
          complicate what is oh so simple
     The doctors say I’ll be ok
                I’m not going to tear myself apart
   the drugs will do the trick
                  the trick you do when you say

it’s ok

But this is another day
         and I want to break these chains they prescribe
    but want is desire
        and desire is longing
            and longing is too strong a word
for a doped up depression fiend

and so I will trip
         complicate all that is so simple
    The doctors say I’ll be ok
               but this heart is losing strength
     and strains just to skip a beat
     
                       strains just to…beat