Fortunate - ATMOSPHERE

I highly doubt that y’all think about sex

Anywhere near as often as I think about death

Go ahead and shout at the top of your lungs

But don’t wake the baby up, we got a lot to get done

That little light indicates a connection

And if it’s all the same I’d like to make a suggestion

See, if everybody on this comet agreed

We could set the clock to whenever we want it to be

I just might just modify the mileage

I don’t know much, but I’m confident the fight’s fixed

So high that I feel like a pilot

Falling out the sky full of brilliant brightness

Hurry up, stir me up

You gotta learn the words before the whole Earth burning, but

We wouldn’t even need to recognize your birthday

If you were the center of the universe in the first place

If I had feathers I would fly away

If I felt fresher in fur I would hibernate

If I ever figured out how to communicate

Maybe then we could accumulate

For now face the wall, I ain’t the same as y’all

A real friend wouldn’t make you take the fall

Sometimes life’ll try to break your balls

With the long list of missed wake-up calls

You know I wanna feel special

Walk around the festival carrying a big stuffed animal

I try not to make a mess though

Gotta stay sensible, ain’t nobody coming with the antidote

I wanna watch you grow

And I wanna leave the planet better off than it was handed to me

And I don’t know, there’s possibility

So I settle for selling my soul to the slaves of the land of the free

I don’t wanna leave my family tree behind

I don’t want no one to miss me like I miss you

But I don’t wanna take up too much time

I’m not trying to run away from the line we drew

The sunshine seems to feel so seamless

The soldier is a dreamer and a realist

And history sealed this

Taught me that a hero ain’t nothing but a field trip

Nah, I know you’re down to do something profound

Put a stick in the ground to prove you was around

No amount of time will ever be considered enough

I’m trying to tether it up and live forever through love

We’re not lucky, but we’re fortunate

I’m pretty sure of it

And all the life we wasted trying to make some bread

Might’ve been better spent trying to raise the dead