I've been staring at the ceiling It's been 300 days At least that's what it feels like Though I really couldn't say The sunshine through the blinds Circles back across the floor It brushes past my fingers Though I barely feel its warmth I smile as a reflex It's familiar, but it's not It's expected though and so I give it Everything I've got Thank god that more than ever we're told To keep our masks in place Cause I'm pretty sure you'd turn were you To really see my face And oh It's just a lot And oh I'm okay but I'm not Okay There's a message I'm ignoring How you doing? Are you well I reply with pretty nothings And hope that nobody can tell We're all in this together The people on our screens insist Well how is anyone afloat If we're all on a sinking ship I tell myself it's nothing I'm dramatic, I'm a liar Still I wonder who might catch me If I tumbled off my wire But I pull myself together and Layer on the paint If I can cover up the cracks it means I'm not about to break And oh It's just a lot And oh I'm okay but I'm Not about to go offline No And so if I guess that means I'm fine Tell me why I'm still Staring at the ceiling It's been 300 days Maybe on 301 I'll find the strength to say Oh It's just a lot And oh I'm okay but I'm not Okay I've been staring at the ceiling And oh It's been 300 days It's just a lot Maybe on 301 It's a lot, it's a lot, it's a lot And oh Maybe on 301, maybe on 301 I'm okay but I'm not