I could talk about the stress that I let get the best of me
Deliberate about the debt I collect that I'll always see
But in a hundred years, and maybe even less
No one's gonna know I existed
So instead
I'll sing about the nights with my friends
Drinking all the wine in the fridge
I'll sing about my love for their kids
And I wonder how they're getting so big
I'll sing about the odds that we met in the first place
And how that I hope they know I'm happy we did
And I could talk about the blues that I get from the daily news
Predicate about a president presently being a fool
But in a hundred years, and probably even less
No one's gonna care they existed
So instead
I'll sing about our trips to the woods
Breathing all the fresh air we could
I'll sing about the smell of the fire
And watching the flame till we're tired
I'll sing about how I pretend when I'm warm in the tent
Man, how I wish this was real life
Cause in a hundred years, I'm thinking even less
No one's gonna know you existed
Forget about your fears, know you could have less
Be grateful for your own existence
Go sing about the people that care
Your family and friends who are there
Sing about the ones that you love
And that word that you built out of trust
Sing about the many little moments in life
That aren't made for the movies but make you feel nice
Sing about the moments you miss when wondering what if
Sing about how in the end, no one is thinking of this
Sing about how truly within, how happy you are
How happy you've been
Cause in a hundred years, most definitely less
No one's gonna know we existed
Forget about your fears, know you could have less
Be grateful for your own existence