We, the people, are tired of endless meetings and short-lived change

I’m scared about the cash
In my hands
And the cops and our lease and this band
I know there were some things
We had planned
But with everything that’s happening
It seems less and less like those are happening

When it’s cold and quiet
And i’ve remade my home in the dark
I'll pull up the group chat
And send a sparkling heart
It’s only a few weeks
Til i see your face once more
We have held onto good things
For much longer before

So get up off thе floor
That’s all i’m asking for