Really I know you can hide yourself
You can look somewhere else for another version of yourself but

Come in on a Sunday wishing for something
Everything I think of won't be enough
Everything I do, I do it for me, I'll be ok
I'll be ok

You never know
You never know when they're going to let you go home from the hospital

No worries, no worries
No worries, cause it'll be okay

But come in on a Sunday wishing for something
Everything I think of won't be enough
Everything I do, I do it for me, it'll be ok
It'll be ok

Really I know you can hide yourself
You can look somewhere else for another version of yourself