It's ok

[Verse 1] I am tracing the roots of an old growing pain Set aside for a day, and the day never came And the paint giving way to the rust on the gate To failed plans and the pain in your right shoulder blade And the look on your face and the smell of the rain It comes flooding right back in an ethereal way It's ok [Verse 2] I am sharing my thoughts, but the question resounds Am I really in charge of the words that come out? I am speaking in tongues to a more literal crowd But I caught it before anyone found out I am blood in the gums of a sensitive mouth I am looking for peace in a world full of doubt I am blood in the gums of a sensitive mouth I am looking for peace till my lungs will give out It's ok