Some days I'm splintering and cracking at the seams
Giving way for her to stay inside my mind and fucking with my life
Some days I'm wide awake and ready to get out of here
When 'Pep Talk' words kill thoughts of her:
It's not the end of the world it's gonna be okay

And I'm still glad I know you
I'm still glad you make me sing
And if I'm not alright, then it'll be alright
Turn it up, I don't want to feel a thing

I don't need anyone; just a box of records
When I've got no reason to go on:
I may hate this place, but I love these fucking chords

And I'm still glad I have you
And I'm still glad to be alive
And if I'm not alright well then that's alright
I've got you to save my life