Everything is fine I woke up slightly early Which wasn’t part of the plan Checked the time about seventeen times Then checked it again There was nothing particularly wrong Nothing particularly bad But somewhere between the bedroom And the kitchen I started feeling slightly glad That I hadn’t left the house Everything is fine I made myself a coffee Then wondered if I should I thought about the coffee Then thought perhaps I shouldn’t What if I’m late What if I’m early What if somebody asks me Something I don’t know What if I look completely normal But everybody else can tell That I’m thinking about Thinking about Thinking about it Everything is fine Everything is fine So why does every little thing Feel like the end of the line? Everything is fine Everything is fine I’ve checked the door I’ve checked the time I’ve checked the door One more time I walked down to the corner And the traffic looked suspicious There was absolutely nothing wrong with it Which somehow made it worse A car went past A man looked over Someone laughed across the road I immediately assumed It wasn’t about me But then I thought It probably was No reason No reason No reason at all Everything is fine I answered one message Then checked if I’d answered it correctly Read it back eleven times And somehow made it sound Extremely threatening “See you later.” Perfectly normal sentence Unless it isn’t Everything is fine Everything is fine So why does every little thing Feel like the end of the line? Everything is fine Everything is fine I’ve checked the door I’ve checked the time I’ve checked the door One more time Maybe I’m tired Maybe I’m hungry Maybe I just need to breathe Maybe I’m overthinking Maybe I’m catastrophising Maybe there’s absolutely nothing Wrong with me Maybe Maybe Maybe What if? Everything is fine Nothing is happening Everything is fine Nothing is happening Everything is fine Nothing is— Fine Fine Fine Everything is fine Everything is fine Nothing has happened Nothing is wrong Everything is fine Everything is fine I’ve been saying that All day long Everything is fine Everything is fine So why does every little thing Feel like the end of the line? Everything is fine Everything is fine I’ve checked the door I’ve checked the time I’ve checked the door One more time Everything is fine. I think.
