Are you taken care of when you're sitting on your knees
Cement is getting harder when you're standing in my way
Walls are getting thinner when the flowers aren't in bloom
Words are getting sharper when they slip from your teeth
[Hook]
That's alright
And that's okay
I'm better off anyway
And I'll still wait
Till I'm black and blue
Or until I get a hold of you
Hard wood echoes as you walk down the hall
Taking down the pictures that were covered up in dust
I wish the breeze would blow through my window at night
It's too cold to think and it's not warm enough to fight
[Hook]
But That's alright
That's okay
I'm better off anyway
And I'll still wait
Till I'm black and blue
Or until I get a hold of you