You may twirl a thousand times in winter
In your best summer dress
I may tailor so precisely my blue smile
So as to never give you me at my best
Me at my best is tired
Me at my best decides
Me at my best is trying
To pull up from the bottom
Something more than just my breath
I'm alright
I'm alright
The darkness, consuming
Is all I need to find my light
I'm alright
I tear up from nothing to arrive
At an opening that is fraying a little more each time
But I go inside to stitch, repair and fix the ties
So as to keep you from ever being satisfied
Me at my best is tired
Me at my best decides
Me at my best is trying
To pull up from the bottom
Something more than just my breath
I'm alright
I'm alright
The darkness, consuming
Is all I need to find my light
I'm alright