Is mine okay? Ooh-ooh They say: Be careful how you leave Once you've got that far How long am I supposed to grieve? And some say to give it time When is it too early to find a little peace? I know they're trying to help Get more confused with myself Holding their emotions, I can't carry my own Passing towns on my drive To clear my head so I'm fine Soft tears and grey skies, I think to myself Do I wait a year? A couple of months? Do I cry in bed or sit in silence? Something in bеtween, tell me What do you consider good mourning? If I criеd about the things concerning me Would it carry over? Could you hear me from the trees? If not, why'd I try growing distant Even in the words we speak? I know they're trying to help Get more confused with myself Holding their emotions, I can't carry my own Passing towns on my drive To clear my head so I'm fine Soft tears and grey skies, I think to myself Do I wait a year? A couple of months? Do I cry in bed or sit in silence? Something in between, tell me What do you consider good mourning?