Picture perfect in a manic way
Everyone says they're doing okay
I don't buy it but it's not my fault
A hologram over fields of salt
I'm alright
I keep moving I'm just trying to get by
I'm watching airplanes as they slice up the sky
Being free is the ultimate curse
'Cause it can't get any better, it can only get worse
I'm alright
We don't feel nothing and that suits us fine
Don't gotta worry if you don't have a spine
Just keep on drifting, and see how it goes
Feeling waves of pleasure from your head to your toes
I'm alright
Sometimes it pays just to sit right there
The ones who love you will cut your hair
Make you feel pretty, or something else
I only wish that I could feel like myself