Blankets

I can no longer take this life For granted What was once so magical No longer feels enchanted The landscape of so many hearts So starkly arctic I’d get in my car and drive away But I’ve forgotten where I parked it You’d think you’d reconsider it This open indifference We’ve come to allow Brazenly inconsiderate It’s not all that different Than what blankets us now Can we make it one more week To ask if we can make it one more week The mountain didn’t always look so big But that was at its peak Gold-plated rearview mirrors Make it hard to see anything But hear me out - these cultural constructs are just terror management to shield us from the crushing weight of our looming mortality Sir, this is a Burger King You’d think you’d reconsider it This open indifference We’ve come to allow Brazenly inconsiderate It’s not all that different Than what blankets us now The stories that we tell ourselves The stories that we sell ourselves The stories that we tell ourselves The stories that we sell ourselves The stories that we tell ourselves The stories that we sell ourselves The stories that we tell ourselves The stories that we sell ourselves