Look at me now; do I look fine? I don't have money but I've got time I overthink when I'm alone If I'm at the brink, please let me know Look at my face; is there a smile? I haven't been funny in quite a while I'm not afraid of things like this But I can't believe I'm twenty-six Is this fine? Am I on time? Is this fine? I imagine her still waiting by the door In the house I grew up in on twenty-fourth By the curbs I threw up next to with my friends If it's worth anything, I know this is not the end How is everything always on my mind? I can feel it all right behind my eyes Pushing on my skull Crawling up my neck Never out my mouth Always in my head (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) I imagine her still waiting by the door In the house I grew up in on twenty-fourth By the curbs I threw up next to with my friends If it's worth anything, I know this is not the end (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Is this fine? (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Am I on time? (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Is this fine? (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)