Nothing’s Ok: Everything’s Fine

Brush his teeth, puts on his clothes
Wash his face, walk out the door
Does his job, don't say a word
Makes boss smile, bad day is cured

When will he have something to say?
When will he have something to be?
If you feel so good alone then what's the use of words to say what you mean?

He says ambidextrous words
He speaks with a second-hand slur
If you think there's something there's something wrong with that it must just be the weather, I'm sure
I'm sure

Will you hear us say nothing today?
Will you find a way?
Nothing's OK
Everything's fine
Losing your mind
See, it all rhymes
Clock out now, it's time to go home