Doing Fine by Eliza McLamb

I’ve been feeling alright
I think that I’m on the mend
There’s an old man shaking my shoulders
And he’s counting me in again

Gotta do it
Go head, live the life you agreed to won’t you
Move it
And move on

In my dream last night
the dog was still on the leash
He was dead but I just kept
dragging him down the street

How stupid
That seemed to me
How foolish
The wish might be

And really I’m doing fine
Cause everything’s alright
I mean why
Wouldn’t I, wouldn’t I, I wouldn’t I

Wouldn’t I like to have a reason
To make sense of the feeling
Saving all my breakdowns for the evening
Even feeling guilty while I’m sleeping

Praying one day I learn to lose my pretensions
Easiest way to suffer is to be the exception

Come on
Face it, you’re not special in your sadness and that
Face is
Pissing me off

And really I’m doing fine
Cause everything’s alright
I mean why
Wouldn’t I, wouldn’t I, I wouldn’t I

Wouldn’t I like to have a reason
To make sense of the feeling
Saving all my breakdowns for the evening
Even feeling guilty while I’m sleeping

Snap out of it
I’m doing fine

And really I’m doing fine
Cause everything’s alright
I mean why
Wouldn’t I, wouldn’t I, I wouldn’t I

Wouldn’t I like to have a reason
To make sense of the feeling
Saving all my breakdowns for the evening
Even feeling guilty while I’m sleeping

• Alternative
• Indie
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Brooklyn