Mostly Fine
Alex Wilson
Description
A melancholic alt-pop anthem about the struggle to move on after a breakup, masked behind a facade of normalcy. The song explores the subtle ways grief manifests, from obsessive thoughts and lingering memories to the feeling of being 'mostly fine'—a state of fragile equilibrium constantly threatened by triggers. It captures the emotional rollercoaster of post-breakup life with raw honesty and relatable vulnerability, underpinned by a driving beat and layered synths.
Lyrics
Verse 1 Friends say I look good, and they’re half right, I sleep eight hours… every other night. Your hoodie lives on the back of a chair, I swear I’ll move it—leave it there. I don’t stalk your page, just pass through, Scroll by fast… then read every view. I’m not a mess; I’m very composed— Except when I’m not, but nobody knows. Pre-Chorus Therapist says, “Name the feeling,” I said, “Which one? They’re double-dealing.” I’m cool at noon, I glitch at two— I’m good at most things, except you. Chorus I’m mostly fine, like ninety-five, Little earthquakes under blue skies. I’m moving on in lowercase type— Then caps lock hits at midnight. I’m mostly fine, I swear I am, Till one small song rewires my hands. I’m doing great… on paper lines— Yeah, I’m fine—mostly. Post-Chorus Mostly, mostly—fine. Mostly, mostly—lying. Verse 2 I quit the cafe we used to haunt, The croissants still look like a taunt. I saved your number as “Do Not Text,” And typed three drafts that I never sent. My girls say “Speak,” I shrug and sip, The truth sits loud behind my lips. I laugh on cue, I leave on time, I’m healing… on silent drive. Pre-Chorus The map says straight; my brain says loop, I skip the exit back to you. I’m great at “no,” I flinch at “hi”— Don’t test the glass if it’s barely dry. Chorus I’m mostly fine, like ninety-five, Little earthquakes under blue skies. I’m moving on in lowercase type— Then caps lock hits at midnight. I’m mostly fine, I swear I am, One small song still shakes my hands. I’m doing great… most of the time— I’m fine—mostly. Bridge If closure needs a witness, tell it I showed, If missing you’s a secret, it already knows. I don’t want back—just less of the ache, A little more truth in the brave I fake. And every time I start to think I’m free, The memory of your touch comes back to me. Final Chorus I’m mostly fine, like ninety-five… I’m moving on in lowercase type— Till caps lock hits at midnight. I’m mostly fine, I swear I am— One small song still shakes my hands. I’m doing great… most of the time— I’m fine—mostly. Tag And that’s enough tonight.