Lyrics

She got sick last week
Just another case of bumping into him on the street
Last time I saw her here was Tuesday I think
Ya she got sick last week

She told me to think
She was drinking a red wine and throwing it back down the sink
She was drowning her whole life
And if drinks could speak I think I know what they’re trying to say
You’re ok

In my life I find that I’d be better off instead
Creating forest fires that will burn away the dead
And it may seem sometimes that I would rather hurt than deal with the pain
But that’s ok
That’s ok
That’s ok
You’re ok

You got in to deep
Just another case of tripping on your own two feet
Well it happens to most everybody each night of the week
Just your average Tuesday on the brink

In my life I find that I’d be better off instead
Creating forest fires that will burn away the dead
And it may seem sometimes that I would rather hurt than clear away the pain
But that’s ok
That’s ok
That’s ok
You’re ok

In my life I find that I’d be better off instead
Creating forest fires that will burn away the dead
And it may seem sometimes that I would rather instead
But that’s ok
That’s ok
That’s ok
You’re ok