Got a clean shirt, got a decent job Got a playlist full of songs I forgot Got a group chat going off nonstop I react with a heart and I call it a lot I say “I’m good” like it’s muscle memory Say it twice so it sounds more convincing If I laugh at it first, it’s not heavy If I keep moving, I don’t have to listen Everybody says that this is it This is what it feels like Why’s it feel like counterfeit? I think I’m happy but I’m not sure Feels like a feeling I can’t afford Like wearing someone else’s skin And slowly growing into it I say “I’m fine,” yeah I’ve rehearsed Say it loud so it sounds like truth If this is right, why’s it feel rehearsed? I think I’m happy… I think I’m happy… Got a good view from a bad routine Same barstool, same TV screen Everybody here looks just like me Trying hard not to think too deep If I say it enough, will it land? Will it stick like a name on my hand? Or just fade like the rest of the plans I don’t make anymore I think I’m happy but I’m not sure Turn it up, try to blur the noise If I stop, it gets too loud So I don’t, I just fill the void
