I Forgot 2 and a Half Days

I am here and you are here
But we are not really here at all
Chew those up, build that fort
The sky is a pallet painting our demise
Our colors are overwhelming and pouring over the sides
Just keep those blankets and pillows coming
We are fucked
But as long as we make it out alive, our ears will reject their babble
«GOD SAVE US!» half of us cried
Cry, cry, cry, cry, why are we always faced with our addiction?