The Alarmist

She's not dying. 
She's just tired of waiting. 
She'll be just fine without us. 
Yeah. 
She's not dying. 
She's just tired of trying. 
She'll be just fine without us. 
Don't want to see this again. 
Don't want to be this again. 
That's my own blood I've been hiding. 
That's my own blood that I'm denying. 
It's not your fault, it's mine. 
It's not her fault, it's mine. 
I don't see a happy ending, do you? 
I don't see a solution, do you? 
I don't think words will save us, do you? 
I don't think we'll outrun it, do you? 
I don't think they even believe us. 
Do you? 
The sky is falling. 
It's landing on us. 
She'll be fine. 
We'll be dust. 
The words are flying. 
It's not nearly enough. 
No more plans. 
No more talk. 
She's not dying. 
She's just tired of trying. 
She'll be better off without us. 
She'll be fine. 
We'll be dust.