It's Alright, It's Okay, There's Something to Live for...Jesus Told Me So.

Are you taken care of when you're sitting on your knees
 Cement is getting harder when you're standing in my way
 Walls are getting thinner when the flowers aren't in bloom
 Words are getting sharper when they slip from your teeth
 That's alright
 And that's okay
 I'm better off anyway
 And I'll still wait
 Till I'm black and blue
 Or until I get a hold of you
 Hard wood echoes as you walk down the hall
 Taking down the pictures that were covered up in dust
 I wish the breeze would blow through my window at night
 It's too cold to think and it's not warm enough to fight
 But That's alright
 That's okay
 I'm better off anyway
 And I'll still wait
 Till I'm black and blue
 Or until I get a hold of you