[Verse 1] Woke up late with nothing broken, Sunlight halfway up the bed. No apology to practice, No old argument to mend. Made some breakfast. Opened windows. Let the morning settle in. Ten whole minutes without trouble— Then I went and looked for it. [Pre-Chorus] Every good day feels borrowed. Every laugh comes with a cost. I keep reaching for the sorrow, Checking nothing has been lost. [Chorus] It feels wrong to feel alright, So I search for storms in clear blue skies. I’ve been hurting for so long, I don’t know who I am when nothing’s wrong. I want to live, but I hesitate— Keep good things at a distance till they fade. How much more will I let pass me by Before I stop being scared of a better life? [Verse 2] Had a good week, then a bad hour. Called the whole thing a waste. Turned a stumble into proof That nothing in me ever changed. Nearly canceled on a friend, Nearly shut the curtains tight. Went out angry at my own head, Came home glad I went that night. [Pre-Chorus] There was no great revelation, No new person in my skin. Just a meal I almost missed And someone glad I’d let them in. [Chorus] It feels wrong to feel alright, So I search for storms in clear blue skies. I’ve been hurting for so long, I don’t know who I am when nothing’s wrong. I want to live, but I hesitate— Keep good things at a distance till they fade. How much more will I let pass me by Before I stop being scared of a better life? [Breakdown] One hard hour Is not my whole life. One step backward Doesn’t make the distance a lie. I can feel afraid And still go through. I’ve mistaken what feels familiar For something thats true... [Bridge] I thought that getting better Meant the fear would disappear. Now I’m making plans for summer While the fear is sitting here. Bought a ticket for September. Pinned the date above my bed. Something there to look ahead to. Something good I haven’t met. [Final Chorus] It feels wrong to feel alright, So I search for storms in clear blue skies. I’ve been hurting for so long, I don’t know who I am when nothing’s wrong. I want to live, but I hesitate— Keep good things at a distance till they fade. How much more will I let pass me by Before I stop being scared of a better life? OF A BETTER LIIIIFE!!!!