As crazy as it sounds, this isn’t the end of the world.
I know it seems like things have gone all the way down,
but once you hit rock bottom there’s nowhere to go but up.
So unless you’ve got a shovel or a jackhammer with you;
I think you’re gonna be okay.
Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow.
Maybe it’ll take a lot more long nights,
and a lot more short poems;
But I promise it’s gonna work out