Fortunate Lyrics - Southsiders - Atmosphere

I highly doubt that y'all think about sex 

Anywhere near as often as I think about death 

Go ahead and shout at the top of your lungs 

But don't wake the baby up, we got a lot to get done 

That little light indicates a connection 

And if it's all the same I'd like to make a suggestion 

See, if everybody on this comet agreed 

We could set the clock to whenever we want it to be 

I just might just modify the mileage 

I don't know much, but I'm confident the fight's fixed 

So high that I feel like a pilot 

Falling out the sky full of brilliant brightness 

Hurry up, stir me up 

You gotta learn the words before the whole Earth burning, but 

We wouldn't even need to recognize your birthday 

If you were the center of the universe in the first place 

If I had feathers I would fly away 

If I felt fresher in fur I would hibernate 

If I ever figured out how to communicate 

Maybe then we could accumulate 

For now face the wall, I ain't the same as y'all 

A real friend wouldn't make you take the fall 

Sometimes life'll try to break your balls 

With the long list of missed wakeup calls 

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You know I wanna feel special 

Walk around the festival carrying a big stuffed animal 

I try not to make a mess though 

Gotta stay sensible, ain't nobody coming with the antidote 

I wanna watch you grow 

And I wanna leave the planet better off than it was handed to me 

And I don't know, there's possibility 

So I settle for selling my soul to the slaves of the land of the free 

I don't wanna leave my family tree behind 

I don't anyone to miss me like I miss you 

But I don't wanna take up too much time 

I'm not trying to run away from the line we drew 

The sunshine seems to feel so seamless 

The soldier is a dreamer and a realist 

And history sealed this 

Thought me that a hero ain't nothing but a field trip 

Nah, I know you're down to do something profound 

Put a stick in the ground to prove you was around 

No amount of time will ever be considered enough 

I'm trying to tether it up and live forever through love 

We're not lucky, but we're fortunate 

I'm pretty sure of it 

And all the life we wasted trying to make some bread 

Might've been better spent trying to raise the dead 

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