Ok

Well, you knocked me out with a sucker punch, and you left me with two black eyes, and besides this existential dread I feel, I think, that I'm doing just fine

When's it okay, to not be okay

I felt my wit run out, I was drowning in doubt and fresh out of puns

And suffice it to say, today's not my day

But my day, will it ever come

When's it my turn, to be okay

Now I get that, this could be the day that, I finally break on through

No, or maybe, I'm exactly where I'm meant to be

So you fooled me twice, but I'm no fool and I think that you should know

That if living well is the best revenge, then I plan to be a raging asshole