I'll Be Okay

	There's something endearing
	about this empty room.
	The sun's in my eyes now.
	It's a quarter past two.
	And I've got my guitar,
	and you've got your space.
	So I'm stuck in this place.
	I'm stuck in this place.
	I kind of don't mind it,
	but I'm losing my mind.
	I'll put off what's important
	if it'll buy me some time.
	Time to get braver.
	Time to postpone
	that evident failure
	I can't seem to disown.
	And I'm still alone.
	Yeah, I'm still alone.
	Will you take me home?
	The day is not over,
	but I'm still in my bed,
	'cause sleep is the answer
	to the questions that float in my head.
	And I am not sober.
	And I am not well.
	I thought you could tell.
	Yeah, you never could tell.
	I've nothing put patience
	and nothing to lose,
	'cause you've given me nothing
	in the time that it takes you to choose.
	There's no excuse now
	for making mistakes.
	It's time to grow up.
	Face the choices you make.
	You take and you take.
	And I'm starting to break.
	But I'll be okay.