Texty: Grandaddy. Sumday. O.KWith My Decay.

I woke up Tuesday morning
to coming down


without a sound

coming back down

The pressure put upon me


it goes and goes


til it thinks it got me

it tries and tries

as it might to trick me
to breaking back down




I'm OK

In truth I say

I'm OK

In truth I say

I'm OK
With my decay


I have no choice

I have no voice

I have no say
On my decay




I have no choice
so I'll rejoice


I'm OK



With my decay
I have no choice
I have no voice


I have no say

On my decay

I have no choice

so I'll rejoice




I'm OK
I'm OK

I'm OK


I'm OK
I'm OK

I'm OK