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I vividly
My tears dropping on the grey carpet top step
Pops me his best guess
Me the burning question stressing 
and concerning me and
Turning me wet mess
probably nothing
I get it, I'm
I it's probably stupid to be scared
But these days are flying past us and nobody seems to
It's like we're sprinting towards a brick wall we're pretending isn't
What when we hit it?
Do we into a million bits
Or do we back as a bullfrog and talk in ribbits?
What is it? 
What is it? is it?
You got the answer so it, so give it, so give it
lie, what happens when we die?
Dad says, Georgie I'm just guessing from what I've been
thinking, "How'd I raise this emo fucking nine-year old?"
Since I'm sorta really not religious it's a
I roll a of dice
Although the of paradise is very nice
In my heart I know I don't in magic
So I'm thinking maybe is like eternal TV static
Or returning to the state your birth
into the earth
The fewer left the more they're worth
I admit that it's to think about
I think everybody got a little bit of
You get to hide from it even if you shout
Not a on the planet gets to wiggle out
And he said that I know that's it's tough to take in son but it's so
I can see you're in a but don't worry cause

That isn't for a long, time
isn't for a long, long time
That isn't for a long, time
That for a long, long, long, long time

Life moves
the mistake of blinking, twenty years passed
Now I'm sitting in my living room in Brooklyn with
We bother doing Christmas in the Bay any longer
It's first time that had this conversation
He says "It's tough to in
I know we're not ancient
But we've reached age where we probably talk arrangements
We could take it routes
We could sell the
We can't work forever, eventually money run out
That's a spot taking a would help
 us cover
Which would make it to leave something for you and your brother"
Stop, you see?
Every that you paid for me
All power to chase a dream
All this privilege not to crave
But it's to me the key
fact is it's easy to act like cash means jack shit if
You never it
And the greatest honor I could is to make a buck 
and pass back a
Fraction of all the you gave to me
And I will never make you live where you aim to be
Age is just
We paint our story A to Z dip out
R.I.P. rip out, we out the pages
Tear up the stage and we take a
a vacancy
Famous or not, we from the plot
Every day when a new night
I ride around the sun on big blue ball
I get a bit further from the kid called
And I get a bit closer to the big brick
But since inching up to fence
I can run my against
all the bricks and mortar and sense
That not so cold and so dense
And although I'm mournful I've known I'm not immortal
I'm not banging into stone but I'm heading through this portal
born to return to home we're all born to be mincemeat
Everything dies except for Papaya hotdogs on 86th St
Dad hands me a napkin tells me been the same since the fifties
He didn't love the city but dammit he'll miss me
How can you miss something you leave, I agree that it's sad 
but please
Don't on it Dad, because

That for a long, long time
That isn't for a long, long
That isn't for a long, time
That for a long, long, long, long time