Tear another emergency brake then you make up just a story about your escape
And you taste the bitterness of your own mono tone when you realize that you're all alone
And you answer, ‘Just ok’, and there’s nothing more to say, I feel the same, pretty mundane
What are we asking everyday when we’re never what we say?
Are you ok?
Are you really okay?
Wear another blank look upon your face as you stare out to the wake of your only mistake
Before you tell all your secrets now its ok, would you just break up the routine of your everyday?
And you answer, ‘Just ok’, and there’s nothing more to say, I feel the same, pretty mundane
What are we asking everyday when we’re never what we say?
Are you ok?
Are you really okay?
