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