you may say that i i m alive but i m just breathing and you may say that i i ll be fine but i m dead when i m leaving because fine doesn t mean all the finer things fine doesn t mean living at all whether i eat or i sleep if you re there walking with me watch your world fall apart and i try to let it go but this rhythm on hold but your face finds me and these letters on my hand they might fade when i get old they work to remind me fine doesn t mean all the finer things fine doesn t mean living at all and whether i eat or i sleep if you re there walking with me