You're gonna move to New York, and experiment with communism You're gonna go down on a girl, after reading her some friends by none And you'll go out of your way, trying to find some place You can hide and get high, you're gonna think about suicide Yeah, you're gonna call your mom It's gonna be okay, baby, it's gonna be okay You're gonna cut off your hair, with dull scissors from the desk in your dorm room Learn by trial and error, the threesomes are more sad than fun You're gonna move to LA, guess you're running away From the patterns you have, and the decisions that you've made Yeah, you're gonna sit in the sun It's gonna be okay, baby, it's gonna be okay You're gonna smoke cigarettes, on the ground beside the pool at Stardust You're gonna get obsessed, with a boy who's hooked on heroin You'll have some all-time nights, dancing outside with LCD on the speaker And you're drinking dark pink wine Yeah, and you're gonna lose those friends It's gonna be okay, baby, it's gonna be okay You're gonna fall in love, with a girl which you were not expecting You're gonna start a band, it's just her, another friend and you And then you get freaked out, you say something about how you just can't commit And you move into your aunt's house Yeah, and all your dreams come true It's gonna be okay, baby, it's gonna be okay You're gonna come to depend, on the sex of a sadistic stranger You're gonna learn to pretend, yeah, you lie about it to save face Until the morning you wake, in the deepest of pain that you've ever been in And you admit you gotta quit him Yeah, you're gonna learn to pray It's gonna be okay, baby, it's gonna be okay You're gonna start to call friends You're gonna start to call yourself an addict You've finally risen in the art of motorcycle maintenance You're gonna clean out your drawers You're gonna feel much more like God is a mystery and Jesus is a metaphor Yeah, you're gonna tell your reflection It's gonna be okay, baby, it's gonna be okay It's gonna be okay