An Ok Interlude

I watch videos of soldiers being reunited with their dogs
Cheap cries are the only ways I feel anything at all
In social situations I don't know regulations
Unless I saw the same thing on television

I never feel too bad
I never feel too great
I'm okay

My friends and I would throw fists in the middle of mosh pits
Now we stand in the back and say, all the scene has gone to shit
We'll all scream, fuck cops
To forget our band shirts are made down in sweatshops

And I don't feel happiness
Just content with my purchases
I'm okay

Spring break
Strings break
I'm okay

Out of cash
Plane crash
I'm okay

When I medicate my brain I feel okay
I'm okay