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They say the poles are shifting I don’t mean the ones on CNN I mean north and south are flipping Maybe I’m alarmist but it sure feels like the end If we’re plunged in darkness What’ll I do I don’t own a shotgun I’ve stockpiled no food I can’t hunt or navigate I’m hopeless with maps I’m wholly unprepared For societal collapse But… I will find you where you are Hitch a ride or steal a car I will bike or jog or jump or break myself in two When the streets run red with blood Or turn to rivers due to flood There is no dystopia that I wouldn’t walk on through Cause if the world is ending I’d prefer to be with you I would prefer to be with you I make my home in California Every other month the state’s on fire If I said it didn’t concern me You’d have every right to laugh and call me a liar I don’t know if there is A better place than this If there could be a feeling More soothing than your kiss And if the wild fires spread And the ocean waters rise I’ll be fine as long as my Last look is in your eyes I will find you
