"We’re gonna throw live on our wits,
Gonna throw away out survival kits,
Trade butterfly knives for adderal
And that’s not all
And there will be snacks, there will
And there will be snacks, there will be
There will be snacks…”

— Andrew Bird (The Mysterious Production of Eggs: “Tables and Chairs”)

I like the promise of snacks and this part of the song always keeps me optimistic.