Socks on in the bathroom
Phone face down in the sink
I’ve been scrolling through excuses
Till the letters start to blink
You said
“Call me when you’re better”
I said
“Sure” and changed the line
“Better” sounds like such a mountain
I’m just almost fine
I’m almost fine
Not breaking
Not alright
Laughing at the wrong times
Sleeping with the lights still on at night
I’m almost fine
It’s crooked but it’s mine
If you ask me how I’m doing
I’ll say
“Yeah
I’m almost fine”
Mismatched mugs on the counter
Cold toast
Untouched tea
Every plan turns into “maybe”
Every “them” feels like “not me”
Friends keep saying
“Come out sometime”
I keep typing
“Maybe I’ll try”
Then I stare at that one message
Till the bubbles die
I’m almost fine
Not breaking
Not alright
Laughing at the wrong times
Sleeping with the lights still on at night
I’m almost fine
It’s crooked but it’s mine
If you ask me how I’m doing
I’ll say
“Yeah
I’m almost fine”
There’s a shirt you left behind
Folded on the second shelf
I keep telling all my thoughts
“Don’t make everything about yourself”
Maybe healing’s just a hallway
With a busted exit sign
I’m not out the door and laughing
But I’m moving down the line
I’m almost fine
Not breaking
Not alright
Laughing at the wrong times
Sleeping with the lights still on at night
I’m almost fine
It’s crooked but it’s mine
If you ask me how I’m doing
I’ll say
“Yeah
I’m almost fine”
