it's

days like today.
when everything is beautiful.
when i can't read you.
when i can't tell what you're thinking.
and my mind is racing
and i have to do everything right.
and i worryworryworry until my brain is sore.
it's days like today.
when everything is planned to go perfect
then goes better
and i still smoke my cigarettes until the filter burns.
and until my poor fingers turn brown.
and until they blister and pop.
and i just want everything to work out
and i just want you to be okay.
and i just want to be okay.