Okay With It

I think this city's making me sick
And if I say I'm okay with it

Okay with it, okay with it
Am I okay with it? okay, okay with it

I wonder if my therapist thinks I'm exciting
You think she'd tell her friends about this entertaining client
Saying she twenty-three and naive
Damn, she lucky if she make a dollar lyin'

I'm walking through a field of ants, and baby, I've got fresh blood
And I bet that they can smell it on me, bet they wanna taste some
Takin' up the cards and blamin' luck
Do I give it up or do I come undone?

Movin' like a martyr
I'm gettin' everything I want, that I want
Dangerous, isn't it? No
This city sickness
And if I stay, maybe I'm okay with it

Okay with it, okay with it, um
Am I okay with it? okay, okay with it

Cuz it's fight or flight or freeze, and I'm fucked
I'm despеrate to be someonе that eats me alive
Then gets stuck in the beat
I'm pay-paving a lane but maybe I'm just digging my grave

Would it be bad to be somebody else, I don't know
I was having fun in private, nobody to tell
Unless I think this fresh hell got me breaking
Then if I stay, maybe I'm okay with it

Okay with it, okay with it, um
Am I okay with it? oh oh
Okay with it, okay with it, um
Am I okay with it? okay, okay with it