We're running out of water
Summer's turning out to be too hot
For going out except in shade
The sun keeps rising every day
And I hate how it just stays that way
The nights are too short these days
I keep on thinking how mankind
Would shrivel up and burn and die
If we were fired into the sun
the noise cuts off my head some days
I wish that I was dead in ways
I'm better now I'm only one
But that's just how it's got to be
I need to get used to it
Six billion people people think that me
Is more important than the rest
But that's just how it's meant to be
There's people living who aren't me
