They just have to ask "Are you doing okay? Your hair's changed a lot since I saw you last" I shrug it off I resent the implication that I must be in pain if something's different Lately I'm not doing great But what's my haircut got to do with anything? I'll talk it out At my appointment later 'Til then I've got Some things to stew on I'm not alright Or on my best behavior Can we just drop it? That's not what friends are for They never ask "Are you really okay? Did you sleep? Did you eat? Did you crash your bike again?" It's best that way But I wish we could just talk about The kinds of pain We inflict on ourselves Lately I could use a hand But I'm not sure how to ask for it I'll talk it out At my appointment later 'Til then I've got Some things to stew on I'm not alright Or on my best behavior Can we just drop it? That's not what friends are for Could there be comfort in the healing Or will the hurt stay a linchpin of my feelings? We're all just looking for a safe place to spiral Why not make a team sport out of survival? Are you doing okay? Are you really okay? I'll talk it out At my appointment later (Are you doing okay?) 'Til then I've got So much to stew on (Are you really okay?) I'm not alright Or on my best behavior (Are you really okay?) Can we just drop it?