A Little Easier

A little hard to breathe Because the apocalypse in sepia-tone Smoky skies blow in from the North We could try to sleep more But the noises out the window Make you angry People laughing waiting for the bus home I know you Are not the same as when you were younger Living here is loud as hell Hoping to die a little easier Living here is loud as hell Why's it taking so much time to burn Construction in the morning They're digging while we're yawning Making coffee Delicate gooseneck kettle pour We could close our eyes With blackout shades and blindfolds Doesn't help much It's one thing or another or another I know you Are not the same as when you were younger And I know you Are just the same as when you were younger Living here is loud as hell Hoping to die a little easier Living here is loud as hell Why's it taking so much time to burn