Blue Bleeds through the blinds Another new year The same old lang synes Come… Come…

I saved your birthday cards “Your twenties,” you wrote “Are gonna be hard” But there’s empty fifths in your trash And there’s questions that I’m Too terrified to ask Yeah…

Feel the harsh light Of the red morning sun You can wait your whole life For an answer that won’t come

But if the chyrons start I hope that you’re walking in a field, Counting stars None of this Hemingway crap Just running the dog through the Tall hissing grass You could stock your shelter Till the big one hits How long do you figure an apocalypse is? And what’ll you do till then? Till the end time begins? Till the end time begins?

Why’d you hunker Down there on your own? Fighting demons Like they’re yours alone? ‘Cuz if you believe There’s a shred of a chance We’re not doomed Stop saving Your soul and Put the damned thing to use

‘Cuz yes I promise I’m a lot like you I’ve never been so sure of our certain doom But what do we do till then? Till the end time begins? Till the end time begins?