[Intro] [Simple, bright acoustic guitar strumming. A light tambourine.] [Verse 1] The toaster’s in the trash, and Gary’s looking green The house is somewhat tidy, or at least it’s somewhat clean. The voices in the balcony have finally gone to sleep And the "Side Effect Samba" is a rhythm I can keep. I didn't find a magic wand, I didn't find the key I just found a way to live inside of being me. [Chorus] I’m not cured, I’m just better than I was! I’m still a little broken, just... because. The sky isn't perfect, but it’s definitely blue And that’s enough of a reason to see the day through. I’m not "fixed," I’m not "whole," I’m not "shining and new" I’m just a guy in a room, and I’m making it through. [Verse 2] I’ll probably have a "Moment" on a Tuesday afternoon I’ll probably have a panic attack to a Vaudeville tune. But I know the choreography, I know the steps to take I know how much of the "happy" I’m allowed to fake. It’s a long-running show, and the tickets are free And the only person watching... is me. [Bridge] [Warm, swelling strings] It’s okay to be messy. It’s okay to be loud. It’s okay to be the only rain in the cloud. Because the sun’s gonna hit it... and make a rainbow or two. (Spoken: Or at least a very interesting shade of grey.) [Outro] [Gentle acoustic finish] Yeah, everything is fine. Not "Perfect Broadway" fine. Just... "I’m still here" fine. And that’s enough. [Final soft acoustic strum] [End]
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