Watsky — Everything is on fire

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