Conversations with my friends in my head They all try and talk me down off of this ledge But their words are as useless as raking leaves in the wind Under a dying tree that's shedding its skin Conversations with my friends in my head It's hard to tell if they are really my friends Their words reverberate through a chapel hall that's covered in flames Don't know if i believe them when they say that everything's okay It's okay It's okay It's okay It's okay