| Less yesterday and more today | 
| I gotta get my head on straight | 
| The tree trunks rot and people get caught | 
| Buying bullshit we don’t need or want | 
| Well, full forests turn to desert’s hot dried dirt | 
| The animals dig ditches | 
| They hide and watch our backs get burned | 
| And less yesterday, and more today | 
| Yeah, I gotta start livin' that way | 
| And less yesterday, and more today | 
| Yeah, I gotta get my head on straight | 
| The ground shrinks fast and the spot-lit strips of houses | 
| They look like Christmas lights she’d hang in her apartment | 
| So I turn my head, I try to watch the screen instead | 
| But my eyes go fuzzy and start painting | 
| Shapes all over the movie I’m watching | 
| And they mix and match my present with my past | 
| But the colors are crisp and I press to hard | 
| So ink soaks straight through the back | 
| And less yesterday, and more today | 
| Yeah, I gotta start to live, to live that way | 
| So less yesterday and more today | 
| Yeah, I gotta get my head on straight | 
| 'Cause I keep ending up exactly where I start | 
| A roller rink I stumble through waiting for the songs to stop | 
| And I used to drown it out with empty space I found | 
| But I turned my back and my life got too crowded | 
| So it’s really hard to do that now | 
| And less yesterday, and more today | 
| Yeah, I gotta start livin' that way | 
| And less yesterday, and more today | 
| Yeah, I gotta get my head on straight |