It's Ok Songtext

I am tracing the roots of an old growing pain
Set aside for a day, and the day never came
And the paint giving way to the rust on the gate
To failed plans and the pain in your right shoulder blade
And the look on your face and the smell of the rain
It comes flooding right back in an ethereal way
It's OK

I am sharing my thoughts, but the question resounds
Am I really in charge of the words that come out?