I’m alright
Nobody worry-bout me

Let me rephrase that.

I’m not worried. There’s nothing to be worried about.

When you say you’re worried about me, I think: yeah that’s nice, now … kindly cut it the fuck out.

It’s not helping.

It is harming.

Why you got to gimme a fight?

Can’t you just let it be?

When (not if) I die … so what? It’s gonna happen, and I just don’t think it’ll be as bad as we think.

A return to the ground of Being, that’s what I think. Going home.

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In the meantime, if you want to care about me, Let Me Live. (god dammit) (help me Live)

When you worry that I’m going to accidentally kill myself,

bankrupt myself, make myself homeless, make myself a starving thing, give myself a tumor, blow up my water heater …

You’re saying you don’t trust me with my own gottDammt well-being, and you are willfully disrespecting me.

Why you wanna DO that?
(Oh I know the reason, too.)

I understand your good intentions, but seriously
fuck that shit darling.

Instead:

Do what you like,
Doing it naturally
But if it’s too easy
They’re gonna disagree

It’s your life
And isn’t it a mystery?
If it’s nobody’s business
It’s everybody’s game

Who do you want; who you gonna be today?
And who is it really, making up your mind?
You wanna listen to the man? Pay attention to the magistrate?
Psssht.

While I got you in the mood
Listen to your Own heart beatin’ Own heart beatin ‘Own heart beatin’ Own heart
Don’t it get you movin’
m-m-m-m-m-man

[You (could) make me feel good] instead, y’know?

I’m (Boom, boom, boom) I’m alright
Nobody worry ’bout me
Why you got to gimme a fight (why do ya)?
Can’t you just let it be just a let me?

I’m alright
Don’t nobody worry ’bout me
You got to gimme a fight
Can’t you-just let it be?