Four-O-Four

Woke up this morning spilled tea on my slippers Room's a disaster like an abstract picture Shoes under the piano five cups on the stand Flowers all wilted tea cold in my hand On Monday hit by a door what a pain On Tuesday slipped on a cockroach how insane On Wednesday hated my outfit choice In Thursday's rush forgot my cinnamon roll Stupid errors four-oh-four I'm crying every night until I can't no more Tears run down through the whole face And I still say: I am okay I am okay I am okay I am O-K-A-Y — okay On Friday cried the whole night long On Saturday tore my favorite shirt so wrong On Sunday spent my last dime feeling so low But thankfully I laugh and let it all flow But then again cry and Stupid errors four-oh-four I'm crying every night until I can't no more Tears run down through the whole face And I still say: I am okay I am okay I am okay I am O-K-A-Y — okay Why does life play these tricks on me? It's like a comedy that I don't wanna see Missed calls lost keys nothing goes right Still I keep pretending that I'm alright Stupid errors four-oh-four I'm crying every night until I can't no more Tears run down through the whole face And I still say: I am okay I am okay I am okay I am O-K-A-Y — okay O-K-A-Y O-K-A-Y O-K-A-Y O-K-A-Y