Lyrics:

She fixes her lips, they
always looks perfect...
Never a smudge line,
Never too mu-ch.

I try on my blue shirt...
She told me she liked it, once.

She wonders what I'll wear,
She knows just what she'll wear,
She al-ways wears blue.

So sneakers or flipflops?
I'm starting to panic.
Remember she asked you,
'Remember to bre-athe,
And every-thing will be o-kay.'

Okay...Okay...
Alright...Alright...
Alright...Alright...
Alright...Alright...