I think this city's making me sick And if I stay, am I 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 Do you think she tell her friends about this entertainment client? Saying, "She's 23 and naive - damn she lucky If she make out alive, yeah" I'm walking through a field of vamps and baby I got fresh blood And I bet that they can smell it on me yeah they wanna taste some Taking uppercuts and blaming luck Do I give it up? Or do I come undone? Moving like a martyr (But I) I'm getting everything I want, that I want yeah Dangerous, isn't it? No This city sickness And if I stay, maybe I'm okay with it Okay with it Okay with it Am I okay with it, okay okay with it? Cause it's fight or flight or freeze, and I'm fucked I'm desperate to be someone It eats me alive then it's licking the plate, I'm p-paving a lane, but maybe I'm just digging my grave Would it be better being somebody else? I don't know Is winning it fun if I got nobody to tell? I'm not sure I think this fresh hell got me breaking in And if I stay maybe I'm okay with it Okay with it Okay with it Okay with it, okay okay with it