Texty: Mr. T Experience. Love Is Dead. Semi-ok.

I've got this thing somewhere in between empty and dark, always in my heart. I've got this glitch on account of which I don't add up, but I don't give up hope. 'Cause if you're a bit demoralized and kind of devastated, less than optimistic or frustrated, remember: hey hey hey, oh baby, hey hey hey, oh baby, hey hey hey. We're semi-OK, and that's a whole lot better than we used to be yesterday. Semi-OK is a kinda sorta brand new day. With this development, distressingly content. If you want to see come along with me or just stay where you are. Yeah, actually, just stay there. But my point is this: if you got a glitch, you may not add up, but you're close enough. You'll find life can be kind of cool and not completely terrible, absolutely sort of almost bearable. Wo wo wo, oh baby, wo wo wo oh baby, wo wo wo. We're semi-O, and that's half an "O" more than we had just a while ago. Semi-OK is the semi-best way to go. Semi-OK, wo wo, semi-OK, wo wo, semi-OK. Semi-OK is the semi-best way, it's the semi-cool, semi-swell, semi-all-the-way, kind of semi-superlative, kinda sorta brand new day, new day. Kinda sorta brand new day