What’re the odds I’d be alone
On this big wet rock but on my own
What’re the chances I’d be found
Seven billion people for just one to come around
I was raised within the lines
Between the colors and whatever each defines
As the universe expands
And I’m just sitting on my hands
It’s all alien to me
That there’s something we’ll never see
What’s above us
And what still loves us
In this modeled reality
It’s simple tombstone math
The conveyor belt that has us all on the same path
I can put a number on my numbered days
And place a bet I can’t collect on when it pays
Our days end where they begin
Then begin again towards that same end
With enough anxiety to fill a boat
Then worry whether it’s gonna sink or gonna float
It’s all alien to me
That there’s something we’ll never see
What’s above us
And what still loves us
In this modeled reality
It’s all alien to me
That there’s something we’ll always see
What’s above us
And what still loves us
In this modeled reality
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