Swear To God That I'm (FINE)

Hey, I'd like to give my apologies to the chef Can you hear me or not? I'm havin' second thoughts I'm havin' dreams of traffic Crossin' roads and no one stops I'm grateful, I swear I'm happy to be here But hope I die before the pretty girls God knows I can't compare, I swear Swear to God that I'm fine Maybe I could feel better I'm goin' out of my mind Strap me into the stretcher Why the fuck do I try? Goin' through all of the motions At the end of the line Swear to God that I'm fine Swear to God that I'm So please excuse me, or not I'm in the same spot I'm spinnin' 'round in circles 'til my brain begins to rot And I'm thankful, I swear I'm lucky to be here But hope I slip into the sofa Make my body disappear Swear to God that I'm fine Maybe I could feel better I'm goin' out of my mind Strap me into the stretcher Why the fuck do I try? Goin' through all of the motions At the end of the line Swear to God that I'm fine Swear to God that I'm I don't wanna be prima donna I don't wanna be (don't wanna be) I don't wanna seem like the problem I don't wanna Swear to God that I'm fine Maybe I could feel better I'm goin' out of my mind Strap me into the stretcher Why the fuck do I try? Goin' through all of the motions At the end of the line Swear to God that I'm fine Swear to God that I'm (Fine, fine, fine) Fine