tell me that the sky is blue because everything is ok. tell me that it still is even when the rolling clouds turn gray.
tell me that it still is even when the sun retreats from the day. tell me, please tell me in every possible way. tell me that it is all ok.
tell me that my breath has meaning. tell me that my eyes are worth seeing. tell me that i am not alone. i don't want to be alone. tell me that it will all be ok. even when they come to take me away. are they going to take me away?
please tell me, tell me that it is all ok. tell me that i have spent at least one day, doing it the right way. tell me that my skin will hold me together, because i don't know if i can. tell me that this pain will go away. please tell me, please tell me right now, tell me that it is all ok.
tell me that it is all worthwhile, every day, every laugh, every tear, every smile. tell me, tell me that it is all ok. tell me why these tears are at bay? tell me why they are not ok, tell them they are ok. tell me you want to see them and they wont go away. tell me why i am doing this. tell me that you can see what i am doing. and that it is all ok.
tell me its ok. tell me there will be a day, tell me we will see a day. i want to see a day. tell me there will be a bright sunny day, where cool breezes and flower scents dance our way. tell me that it will all be ok. that i have a purpose. that i stand for something. that i am not wasting away.
tell me that its ok. that i made mistakes. i loved the wrong girls. i didn't know which way. i tried to kill myself, but had nothing to say. tell me, tell me and take it away. tell them i am sorry. tell my heart that is so scared, that it is ok. you wont leave. you wont leave? you wont go away? please tell me in some way.
tell me tell me. i just want to hear YOU say, that it will all be ok. i just want to lay on you and cry. i just want to wait around for OUR day to feel rain and sky. i hate my self, it this ok? i hate myself because i cant give up. i want to give up so bad. i want to know why i am doing all this, and that it will be ok.
tell me that just because i am afraid of becoming my parents, i wont. and its ok. tell me why i hate money and everyone and my friend turned roommate? why? is it ok? tell me why i want to disbelieve it all so much, but believe it all more then anyone. please tell me that it is all ok.
tell me its ok, i want to cry and waste away. tell me that even though i have nothing to say, you understand what i am trying to convey. ok? is it ok? that i want to take the guitar and run away? is it ok? will you live that way? on the road, under the stars, singing out our pain to drunk cigarettes in bars? i want to run away, tell me that's ok.