Come to think of it
I don't like myself very much
Another day, another gut punch
But just humour me
And pretend to be
Alright

Now I think of it
You're not too fond of yourself either
The reflection that you see just doesn't see ya
But just humour it
And pretend that it's
Alright

Best to just get on with it
Than try to make sense of this little life we live
Like how everybody's angry when they're hungry, yeah
Oh, it could be lovely
If we just believed

We'd be alright
We'd be alright
Alright

Will I know when I feel like myself?
When I've stopped being somebody else
Will I know?

Oh, just humour me
And pretend to be
Oh, just humour me
And pretend to be
Alright
We'll be alright
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright

I am gonna be alright
We are gonna be alright