Reject the weather, find something better
Spurn what you're given if it isn't fitting
Find what you're missing, don't wait for a sign, bring it
All to the table and live while you're able, oh
Don't let the thunder try to pull you under, oh, oh
I'll admit, I'll admit
It's never been easy to hold onto happy
I'll admit, I'll admit
Sometimes the world ain't kind but it has to be, has to be alright
Right, right, right
Friction a fire is lit on a pyre
Funeral madness, laid out on a canvas
Don't wait to burn, no, it's not your turn
Can't let them paint you like you weren't ready to fight, yeah
Don't let the thunder try to pull you under, oh, oh
I'll admit, I'll admit
It's never been easy to hold onto happy
I'll admit, I'll admit
Sometimes the world ain't kind but it has to be, has to be alright
Right, right, right
In an emergency such as the end of the world
There's no point in pleasantries
Leave optimism behind
Too heavy to feel fine, you'll find realism a lot more light
Take only the little things that keep you alive you'll see
Maybe you'll survive this thing
In an emergency such as the end of the world
Right, right, right, right
Just give it a little time, you've got your whole entire life
Just give it a little time, unless the world implodes tonight
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