I’m not okay Thanks

I’m allergic to mornings and responsibility

My vibe is “forgot to drink water but chugged anxiety”

My plants are dead, my vibe is deader

404 life not found, server error

I’m one notification away from a full meltdown

My bank account’s on life support, flatline sound

I ghosted my own dreams, left them on read

Now they’re dating someone who actually gets out of bed

Pre-Chorus

I’m not lazy, I’m just on standby mode

My potential called — it’s drunk and wants to come home

Chorus

It’s fine, I’m fine, everything’s fine

I’m one bad text from committing a crime

Hot mess express, next stop: rock bottom

Ticket says “return trip” but I already forgot ‘em

I’m cooked, I’m done, I’m burnt toast deluxe

If adulting was a sport I’d be permanently benched, bruh

Yeah this is my villain origin story arc

Started with “I’ll do it tomorrow” — now it’s too dark

Verse 2 (even faster one-liners)

My fridge is just sauces in a group therapy session

My skincare routine is “hope” and “aggression”

I have a degree in overthinking with a minor in regret

My love language is leaving people on delivered for a week

I’m 29 going on “please don’t ask me what I’m doing”

My five-year plan is “don’t die” and “keep going”

I’m the main character but the author hates me

Every plot twist is just me crying in a Target aisle, baby

Pre-Chorus

I’m not broke, I’m just pre-rich in spirit

My credit score heard that and said “I don’t fear it”

Chorus

It’s fine, I’m fine, everything’s fine

I’m one parking ticket from moving to the woods and losing my mind

Hot mess express, running on fumes and spite

Conductor’s screaming “next stop: therapy, sit tight”

I’m cooked, I’m done, I’m over-easy with a side of dread

If growing up was a choice I’d pick childhood instead

Bridge (slow, deadpan, spoken over single guitar)

I’m tired of being tired

I’m tired of pretending I’m wired

I’m tired of saying “I’m tired” like it’s a personality trait

But here we are.

Same trauma, new day.

Pass the iced coffee and emotional damage.

Final Chorus (full chaos, gang vocals, screaming)

It’s fine, I’m fine, everything’s FUCKING fine

I’m one more “per my last email” from a felony charge this time

Hot mess express just derailed in flames

Everyone’s screaming but we’re all on the same train

I’m cooked, I’m done, I’m gourmet disaster

If this is adulting just shoot me faster

Yeah scream it with me if you’re barely alive

We’re all one-liner tragedies just trying to survive

Outro (whispered over dying guitar)

See you in the group chat venting at 3 a.m.…

Same trauma, different font

I love you, you absolute disaster.