When I come home at Christmas, we act like nothing's different, like we froze in timeA new corner of town seems far less innocent nowBut I stay, 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 fineYou still hit the hardestEverything, everything's not fineIt's not fine, noSitting here in this basement, my old pink city playerIt really brings me backI think of you less often, cause coming home's the problemYou just come flooding backIf I called you out, I know I bet you'd turn it aroundCall me obsessed and say I'm crazyTrying to cover up your crimeEverything, everything's not fineIf I'm being honestEverything, everything's not fineYou still hit the hardestEverything, everything's not fineSometimes I wish that I could just forget to ever happenI wish I could take the memories and lock them in the atticI still have so much to say to youI fell in the habit of keeping everything inLife would be so different if I never even met youI would meet someone and trust themAnd not think that they're all like youI would love myself a bit moreSleep a little better if I see you againEverything, everything's not fineIf I'm being honestEverything, everything's not fineYou still hit the hardestEverything, everything's not fineIt's not fine, no, yeahIt's not fine, it's not fine