Okay.

The day kicked off.
The rain drops came down.
Sometimes, it's going to be okay,
With or without. 

It's like you're almost numb. 
Maybe you've stopped caring after all.
But in the end, it's going to be okay,
Even if you lost somebody who wasn't going to let you fall.

The promises went broken.
The messages unattended.
But still, you've got the be okay.
The future's always going to be unprecedented.

The coffee spilled a couple of days ago.
Nobody cares enough to clean the mess.
But somehow it's okay, now.
You get used to messes in days of stress. 

The song paused while playing.
The movie ended on a bad note.
The book you read was shitty. 
But it's still okay.
Because things don't matter.
Even people don't sometimes.

How long are you going to chase them?
How long are you going to wait?
Take the road not taken instead.
How long are you going to be in this state?

Shut the door for the world. 
And get your hair from the parlour curled.
Change is better.
The people you loved?
Now, they don't matter.