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Instrumental

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(La, la-la, la-la, la) Mm

Verse 1

I told my mom I'm doing fine

She said "you look tired" — I said "just the wine"

But I don't even drink that much anymore

I just forgot what my real face is for

Pre-Chorus

My friends stopped asking how I really am

'Cause every time they do, I smile and say the same plan:

"I'm ok, I'm ok, I'm just a little tired"

But tired doesn't make you stare at the ceiling till you're wired

Chorus

I'm not ok but I say I am

Got a PhD in pretending, ma'am

I can cry in the car and walk in the room

And turn into a statue of a girl who's not doomed

Ok, ok, ok — say it three times

Maybe it'll grow up and become the truth

But right now it's just a bruise I drew

A smiley face on top of a noose

Post-Chorus

Oh, isn't it pretty?

The way I fall apart so quietly

You'd never know my heart is splitting

The way I say "ok" sounds just like singing

Verse 2

I saw my ex with his new girl at the grocery store

She was laughing at something — I don't remember what for

I hid behind the chips aisle and texted "I'm ok"

To no one. 'Cause no one asked anyway. (Oohh-ooh)

Pre-chorus

What's the opposite of ok? Is there even a word? (A word)

'Cause "devastated" sounds too dramatic and "fine" sounds absurd (absurd)

I'm somewhere in the middle where the silence is loud

Where "I'm ok" is just a costume I wear in a crowd

Chorus

I'm not ok but I say I am

Got a PhD in pretending, ma'am

I can cry in the car and walk in the room

And turn into a statue of a girl who's not doomed

Ok, ok, ok — say it three times (three times)

Maybe it'll grow up and become the truth (truth)

But right now it's just a bruise I drew

A smiley face on top of a noose (ooh)

Post-Chorus

Oh, isn't it tragic?

How I turned my pain into a magic trick?

You blink and you miss the part where I'm falling

'Cause my "ok" sounds so convincing

Drop

What if I'm not ok for a really long time?

What if "ok" is the highest I'll ever climb?

What if this is it?

What if I don't get better?

What if "ok" is just a pretty little letter

I send to the world so they leave me alone

While I rot on my bedroom floor

Touching my phone

Waiting for someone to say

"Hey, you're not ok"

And mean it.

Build

But no one does.

So I say it again:

Chorus

I'm not ok but I say I am

Got a PhD in pretending, ma'am

I can cry in the car and walk in the room

And turn into a statue of a girl who's not doomed

Ok, ok, ok — say it three times (three times)

Maybe it'll grow up and become the truth (truth)

But right now it's just a bruise I drew

A smiley face on top of a noose (ooh)

Breakdown

I'm not ok

I'm not ok

I'm not fucking ok

And I'm tired of saying I am

Post-Chorus

Oh, isn't it lonely?

The prettiest lies are the ones we tell slowly

"You're ok, you're ok, you're ok"

…I'm not.

Outro

(I'm not, i'm not, i'm not)