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?