"Swear To God That I'm (FINE)" lyrics

Hey
I'd like to give my apologies to the chef

Can you hear me or not?
I'm having second thoughts
I'm having dreams of traffic
Crossing roads and no one stops
I'm grateful I swear
I'm happy to be here
But hope I die before the pretty girls
God knows I can't compare
I swear

Swear to God that I'm fine
Maybe I could feel better
Going outta my mind
Strap me into the stretcher
Why the fuck do I try?
Going through all the motions
At the end of the line
Swear to God that I'm fine
Swear to God that I'm

So please excuse me or not
I'm in the same spot
I'm spinning round in circles
Till my brain begins to rot
And I'm thankful I swear
I'm lucky to be here
But hope I slip into the sofa
Make my body disappear

Swear to God that I'm fine
Maybe I could feel better
Going outta my mind
Strap me into the stretcher
Why the fuck do I try?
Going through all the motions
At the end of the line
Swear to God that I'm fine
Swear to God that I'm

I don't wanna be prima donna
I don't wanna be (don't wanna be)
I don't wanna seem like the problem
I don't wanna

Swear to God that I'm fine
Maybe I could feel better
Going outta my mind
Strap me into the stretcher
Why the fuck do I try?
Going through all the motions
At the end of the line
Swear to God that I'm fine
Swear to God that I'm
Fine, fine, fine, fine