Might Be O.K.

Every day is a brand new day
Of so much almost hate.
I’m losing my grip on every sense.
I can’t even say
(What it was that made you go away.)
How I would ever bring you back from where you went,
Give you back all the time you spent,
Trying to convince a man of his worsening ways.
I owe you far more than I could repay.
The only thing holding me down,
Giving me gravity to stay on the ground
Is hoping you might be o.k.