Verse 1 Six words naming what had happened, What the work had come to mean. “Treatment Conqueror, Lori.” “You did it.” There on the screen— I knew that I was doing well; The signs had all been there. But seeing someone else declare it Sent a joyful scream through the air. Chorus I will always have OCD. Relapse is still a possibility. But today is a good day, And tomorrow is likely to be too. I don’t need tomorrow’s answers; I don’t need a perfect view. Today is a very good day, And tomorrow is likely to be too. Verse 2 Once it felt just like a tick, Buried deep beneath my skin. Hard to tell where I was ending, And where OCD began. Then it faded into flies; I’d swat at them now and then. Now they’re only little gnats; I just keep walking beyond them. Chorus I will always have OCD. Relapse is still a possibility. But today is a good day, And tomorrow is likely to be too. I don’t need tomorrow’s answers; I don’t need a perfect view. Today is a very good day, And tomorrow is likely to be too. Bridge Being a conqueror doesn’t mean Every whisper disappears. It means I’ve learned to keep on walking, Even when the buzzing’s here. Healing isn’t perfect certainty; It isn’t freedom from all dread. It’s finally knowing doubt can whisper… While I keep moving on ahead. Final Chorus I will always have OCD. Relapse is still a possibility. But today is a good day, And tomorrow is likely to be too. I don’t need tomorrow’s answers; I don’t need a perfect view. Today is a very good day, And tomorrow is likely to be too.
