What Would It Be Like to Be a Stuffed Tiger?

Try to turn this day around
Singing a familiar song
Skipping class, reading my old comic books
I don’t need to be anything
Don’t leave me by your side
Maybe I will lose my mind
Or disappoint you once again
I don’t know what you’re thinking
Sometimes I just need to sing it, scream it, or say it out loud
Just to reassure somethings to myself
Even if it’s just words I put a paper plan that’s stuck inside your hair
I feel a-ok
I feel a-ok
I feel a-ok
I feel a-ok
I feel a-ok
I feel a-ok
I feel a-ok
I feel a-ok
I feel a-ok
I feel a-ok
I feel a-ok
I feel a-ok
I feel a-ok
I feel a-ok
I feel a-ok
I feel a-ok
I feel a-ok
I feel a-ok
I feel a-ok
I feel a-ok
I feel a-ok
I feel a-ok