We're Gonna Be Okay

In an existential moment of faith
Spitting through your broken and crooked teeth
You coughed up your braces when you turned thirteen
Capturing moments through a little plastic lense
You want to make your life look perfect for all the friends
That you don’t miss
But that’s a little misguided, don’t ya think?
I think it sucks I’ll never see you again
This ship gave me an anchor
And this mast gave me a sail
And this car gave me a tire to swing from
We speak of salvation like it’s something found in God
But it’s something I’ve been looking for in people
And If I swing out too far
I’ll join the surviving houseboats
We all have a place in the stars
So these feet gave me an anchor
This spine gave me a sail
And this ache gave me the power to sing from
This time I’ve got the balance to swing off from
Cus we speak of salvation like it’s something found in…
Capturing moments through a little plastic lense
You want to make your life look perfect for all the friends
That you don’t miss
But that’s a little misguided, don’t ya think?
I think it sucks I’ll never see you again
Again