Around two in the morning You tell me everything's fine You tell me that it don't matter You tell me they didn't mind You tell me everything is fine Around here Around three in the morning You to start doubt your ways I think start to think I was dumb I start the feelings I hate But you say everything is fine Around here As I'm sticking to blankets I notice I'm thinking that Oh I know that there's trouble When I can't sleep on my back But you say everything is fine Around here Oh I've noticed the tremble I've seen it widen the cracks I'm the poorest of losers I've got the weakest of backs But you say everything is fine Around here Oh and I do not know If the feeling is gone If the panic will stall If the panic will stall If the panic will stall If the panic The panic Go to sleep Little me Tell me everything's okay That will Be Around four in the morning I've gone and turned me a page All the tossing and turning Is slowly fading away And I think everything is fine Around here Yeah I think everything is fine Around here