Composer: Andrew Junker, Pat Kane, Alex Pasco, Jake Malone, Brian Coughlin
Lyrics
I can't say how many times I've
Tried to text you this week
Fingers hovering over keys
Type, delete, then repeat
To find the perfect turn of phrase
To turn your heart towards mine
To convince you I'm worth your time
And hint that I'm not fine
All right, all right
I say that I'm happy but I'm never happy
All right, all right
And I say I'm not crying but I'm always crying
All right (all right), All right (all right), All right
(Curse this anxious age)
The days collect like sediment
The night's unending gray
I've needed so much more than just
"Sending good vibes your way"
Please come bust down this door of mine
With angelic resolve
Run in and shake me like a doll
Just please don't make me call
All right, all right
I say that I'm happy but I'm never happy
All right, all right
And I say I'm not crying but I'm always crying
All right (all right), All right (all right), All right
All right (all right), All right (all right), All right
(Curse this anxious age)
It's not too late for sympathy
It's not too late tonight
It's not too late to think of me
It's not too late tonight