alright by gracie abrams
i still avoid medication, i'd rather take a vacation. drive around all of the outlets, buy things and later regret it.
spend the whole week in Hawaii, fall asleep under the palm trees. down a whole bottle of whiskey, counting the people who hate me
i don't know if i'll be alright, what will it take to make this good? oh, someone tell me it gets better, better, better, better, because for tonight, i'm just not alright.














