Heatwave from Climate Guilt by Petal Party

Did you see the moon last night?
I heard it was turning pink
I can't really see the stars
My stomach starts to sink

When she said everything was on fire
I thought it was a figure of speech
When she said the wind would push us down
I thought normal was still in reach

I'm hunched over in my bed of cosmos
Will the salt help them grow the next year
I'm crying to my bed of sweet peas
Take a breath to smell them, is this the last year

It's gonna be 107 in the next week
It's gonna be 107 for the next week

I didn't see the moon last night
I heard it was turning pink

I'm hunched over in my bed of cosmos
Will the salt help them grow the next year
I'm crying to my bed of sweet peas
Take a breath to smell them, is this the last year

It's gonna be 107 for the next week
It's gonna be 107 for the next week

It's gonna be a lightning, a nightmare
A wind blowing down, can't grow my apricot tree
It's gonna be my dog in the backyard
Smelling all the ashes casting across the air

It's gonna be 107 for the next week
It's gonna be 107 for the next week

I didn't see the moon last night
I heard it was turning pink

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