She fixes her lips,
They always looks perfect…
Never a smudge line,
Never too mu-ch.

I try on my blue shirt…
She told me she liked it, once.

She wonders what I’ll wear,
She knows just what she’ll wear,
She al-ways wears blue.

So sneakers or flip-flops?
I’m starting to panic.
Remember she asked you,
“Remember to bre-athe,
And every-thing will be o-kay.”

Okay…Okay…
Alright…Alright…
Alright…Alright…
Alright…Alright…