Well, I get in depression
Like you get into cars driving you home
Like she got into cutting
And I got into drinking on my own

Hey, there's nothing wrong
We are born in our grave
Hey, there's nothing wrong
I believe, I believe

She's talking ‘bout tomorrow
I'm sitting in an empty living room
Said where did half my life go?
Well, that's something we'll never know

Hey, there's nothing wrong
Lest we are cold in our grave
Hey, there's nothing wrong
I believe, I believe