Sometimes I can pretend enough That I'm fine To paint a picture With solid lines But the canvas will never be mine Oh And the anxiety will bleed into the painting The only truth is there's no escaping The longer you stay unsure The further you walk away from your cure But don't ask me for advice I'd tell you To Stay outside the lines But the canvas is not mine Sometimes I can pretend that I'm just fine To paint a picture with just solid lines But the canvas isn't mine But I'm just fine Yeah I'm just fine