Every song sounds different now that you're gone
I walk the same path as before
When I talk I don't sound like myself anymore
Cause I'm fine, fine, fine
Oh I'm fine, fine, fine
I'm anything but fine
Waking up on a Sunday morning
I still make breakfast for two
No longer waiting by the fountain
On Borax Avenue
Cause I'm fine, fine, fine
Oh I'm fine, fine, fine
I'm anything but
Fine, fine, fine
Oh I'm fine, fine, fine
I'm anything but
Thriving on giving and receiving affection
Absorbing it like a necessity
Still wonder who's sleeping under
Those stained white bed sheets
Cause I'm fine, fine, fine
Oh I'm fine, fine, fine
I'm anything but
Fine, fine, fine
Oh I'm fine, fine, fine
I'm anything but
Fine, fine fine
Oh I'm fine, I'm anything but fine