When I come home at Christmas, we act like nothing's different, like we froze in timeAnd your corner of town seems far less innocent nowBut I say, I stay polite and bite my nails and hold my breathDon't say the things I should've said nine years agoCould cut the tension with a knifeEverything, everything's not fineIf I'm being honestEverything, everything's not fineWe still hit the hardestEverything, everything's not fineIt's not fineSitting here in this basement, my own pink CD playerIt really brings me backI think of you less often, guess coming home's a problemYou just come flooding backIf I called you out, I know I'd bet youTurn it round, call me up, insist and say I'm crazyTryna cover up your crimeEverything, everything's not fineIf I'm being honestEverything, everything's not fineWe still hit the hardestEverything, everything's not fineSometimes I wish that I could just forget you ever happenedI wish I could take the memories and lock them in the atticI still have so much to say to youBut I fell in the habit of keeping everything inLife would be so different if I never even met youI would meet someone and trust them and not think that they're unlike youI would love myself a bit more, sleep a little better if I see you againEverything, everything's not fineIf I'm being honestEverything, everything's not fineWe still hit the hardestEverything, everything's not fineIt's not fineIt's not fine