Today

I was listening to the storm outside of my window

Thinking how are they supposed to stand the counterflow

They were angry on the phone and did not know what they were told

The man called again and expressed how he felt lost

Today

The room was filled with crazy noises and fake plants

Lousy music put on repeat, from a silver box

There are people I hate but I guess they hate me too

Not even the one who I thought he understood

Today

Ah

Ah

Ah

No one can survive

Here I sit still, staring at the turning fan

Tabbing on the wood and wishing the rain could fall again

But the sun is bright and the sky is just as clean

Thought of going up the hill but I couldn’t find the trail

Today