the last (space) man
I'm just waiting for this all to end,
So I can go back home again.

A long time ago my planet burst into flames.
My mother told me that it changes who our people blame.
I wonder why there was never just a single name
Living in the eternal fame
The reason for we all became.
It must been all these sparks mean she would say,
Sipping on some diet space sour grape.
I would play out in the space attach record looking at the stars
And wondering to myself where all other people are
I'm just waiting for this all to end,
So I can go back home again.

So until then I'm
Subsisting on a dingy ship that's dripping from exchanges with persisting weird ninja
Bits of gas inches of liquid which seemed to keep me alive
And that's if I actually do exist
Although if I did seem to have a wish it would be to ditch all the metal strips that seem to line the ship and trade it with anyone that has a better life.
If anyone is actually alive,yeah, that would be nice.
So how was it?
(What?)
I'm  just waiting for this all to end,
(That destroyed our home.)
So I can go back home again.(Was it?)
Was it
Was it
Was it a weird president possessing  a presidential wig
Or a short dictator who use his own dictaotorship
To eliminate all those who refused full-time membership
Or maybe it was even the competition of all the businesses
Globalization anf decreasing of vast distances
The melting of the ice caps the warming of the earth a series of virus mishaps or the exponential rates of birth
Or maybe we just forgot how to love
Or something like that