Everything is great, like always
You can count on me to be okay, I just need another day to
Find the words to say, that I'm not insane
It wasn't me who was crying in the alleyway
I don't know why I'm so afraid of making mistakes
Of falling in love in any sort of way
It must really tough to mean what you convey
But I really kind of liked it when we talked that day in May
That day in May
That day in May