Hop out of bed, pull the curtains, look outside
The usual crimson clouds painted in the skies
A familiar haze on the ground is still there
Open up the windows, smells like fire in the air
Things have always been like this, you see
Ignoring air quality alerts on your screens
Turn off the news, cause it’s always so bleak
Don’t check the weather, cause it’s hot all week
Forget what you learned in school, back in fifth grade
When life gives you lemons, make some lemonade
Put on your respirator, head out the door
Gotta pick up some lemons from the store
Produce section looking empty as hell
Bad season for no reason, just check another shelf
Looks like they’ve got some lemon-flavored drink powder
The lights flicker out, typical loss of power
Bag in hand as ash falls out the skies
Type of air that burns the shit out of your eyes
Type of air that smells like death and disease
Type of air that justifies the warnings on our screens
Desperate to go somewhere the air feels fresh
Remembering what it’s like to take a deep breath
And the air tasted like the flowers and the grass
Back before it was filled with soot and ash
As a child, days were mild, with clear and sunny skies
A place that did exist, now banished to our minds
A world where the kids went outside and played all day
A world that did exist, but we let it slip away
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