the plants have withered
the gardens soiled from the freeze
grateful for a glimmer
of sun coming through the bare trees
ash fills the air from the west coast fire
as it’s flooding in the east
half the world in despair, and the lucky half doesn’t see the debris
but we’ll send the kids to school
hoping they’ll make it
that they’ll grow up cool
even if they fake it
so the end is nye and no one seems to care
so you smoke and drive and run your hands through my hair
and it all wreaks of smoke and mirrors
but the earths gone dry haven’t shed a tear in years
i tried to cry but the earth is so dry haven’t shed a tear in years
but i’ll send the kids to school
hoping they’ll make it
and learn better than we do
though the world will be vacant
by then
and we’re smoking in the parking lot
the one behind the church
the middle schools across the street
being taught a fantasy world
worn down on our parents couch
the one in their garage
everyone’s grown up in the desert
unsure of life or mirage
and i’m sick of learning things
i didn’t wanna hear
the harder u look the darker it is
crystal unclear
til it we all disappear
but i’ll send the kids to school
hope they make it
and they’ll learn all the rules
i’ll hope they break them