What if you asked how I’m doing and I said I’m not okay?

What if you asked what’s wrong and I’m said I don’t know?

What if I told you I’m tired and I need to go away?

What if I told you I could let you in if you really want to know?

What if I asked you how you are doing?

What if I asked you to be honest?

Would you even answer?

What if I told you, you don’t have to be fine or good?

What if I told you, you don’t have to smile and act like it’s going to be alright?

Sometimes it has to be wrong

How do we know we’re right without being wrong?

We appreciate the light even more because of the darkness.

What if I told you we could cry together?

What if we made a date to just sit and complain together?

What if I said let’s bottle it up and get drunk off of our sorrows?

What if I told you we should blow it all out sometime?

I’m up for anything

On my slow rise, I’d like to take you with me

Knees weak shaking but yet yearning to break free

I’m up for anything

Question is, what if I asked you if you’re down?