Everything is on fire Watsky

I see ash falling out of the sky
I thank god smoking hash getting high
'cause no one wanted the grass
And the planet's bizarre
And the sparks are soaring in flight

And all of the hills
And all of the birds
Looking like meteors streaking to earth
And all of the pots
We left on the stove
And all our excuses
All of the dangling cloves
Hanging off of the lips
Of all of the kids
Still inside the adults
And all that we did
And all that we didn't
And all our traditions
Are stupid traditions

Every single thing is on fire
Every single thing is on fire

And I know I should care
And mostly I do
But really mostly I just tend to think about you
You're reading Ayn Rand and I'm writing a song
And maybe we're just selfish; she was right all along
But she seemed like an asshole
And you really don't
I think about you and hot lava pours down my throat
Until my whole body's burned hollow
Like I'm the hull of a boat
So follow me to water
See if I float