Some days I'm splintering and cracking at the seams Giving way for her to stay inside my mind and f*cking with my life Some days I'm wide awake and ready to get out of here When 'Pep Talk' words k** thoughts of her: It's not the end of the world it's gonna be okay And I'm still glad I know you I'm still glad you make me sing And if I'm not alright, then it'll be alright Turn it up, I don't want to feel a thing I don't need anyone; just a box of records When I've got no reason to go on: I may hate this place, but I love these f*cking chords And I'm still glad I have you And I'm still glad to be alive And if I'm not alright well then that's alright I've got you to save my life