You're gonna move to new york

And experiment with communism

Go down on a girl

After reading her some frantz fanon

And you'll go out of your way

Trying to find some place you can hide and get high

You're gonna think about suicide

Yeah, you're gonna call your mom.

It's gonna be okay, baby

It's gonna be okay

It's gonna be okay, baby

It's gonna be okay.

You're gonna cut off your hair

With dull scissors from the desk in your dorm room

Learn by trial and error

That threesomes are more sad than fun

You're gonna move to la

Guess you're running away from the patterns you have

And the decisions that you've made

Yeah, you're gonna sit in the sun.

It's gonna be okay, baby

It's gonna be okay

It's gonna be okay, baby

It's gonna be okay.

You're gonna smoke cigarettes

On the ground beside the pool at stardust

You're gonna get obsessed

With a boy who's hooked on heroin

You'll have some all-time nights

Dancing outside with lcd on the speaker

And you're drinking dark pink wine

Yeah, and you're gonna lose those friends.

It's gonna be okay, baby

It's gonna be okay

It's gonna be okay, baby

It's gonna be okay.

You're gonna fall in love

With a girl, which you were not expecting

You're gonna start a band

It's just her, another friend, and you

And then you get freaked out

You say something about how you just can't commit

And you move into your aunt's house

Yeah, and all your dreams come true.

It's gonna be okay, baby

It's gonna be okay

It's gonna be okay, baby

It's gonna be okay.

You're gonna come to depend

On the sex of a sadistic stranger

You're gonna learn to pretend

Yeah, you lie about it to save face

Until the morning you awake

In the deepest of pain that you've even been in

And you admit you've gotta quit him

Yeah, you're gonna learn to pray.

It's gonna be okay, baby

It's gonna be okay (it's gonna be okay)

It's gonna be okay, baby

It's gonna be okay (it's gonna be okay)

You're gonna start to call friends

You're gonna start to call yourself an addict

You finally read "zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance"

You're gonna clean out your drawers

You're gonna feel much more like god is a mystery

And jesus is a metaphor

Yeah, you're gonna tell your reflection.

It's gonna be okay, baby

It's gonna be okay (it's gonna be okay)

It's gonna be okay, baby

It's gonna be okay (it's gonna be okay)

It's gonna be okay

It's gonna be okay.