It often feels conflicting Writing about the same thing Pass out, wake up repeating The future isn't ending It often gets defeating Always drawing the same conclusions The world is overheating Pretty soon we'll be swimming out here Sat on the floor repeating What you're doing is really helping The world is overheating Sat on the floor repeating That you are really helping By rolling up a green thing
I don't do well Knowing the days are a number Telling myself To do my part as I try to Eat plants, sleep well Inhale, exhale and we'll get there Over the hill We will grow older together I know you're going through a little darkness Your mind bracing for impact from the fall Forget the story lurking at the surface (don't you know?) When summer comes, the Sun will heal us all
