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I vividly
My tears dropping on the grey carpet on
the top
Pops giving me his best
Me confessing the burning question 
and concerning me and
me to
a wet mess
It's probably
I get it, I'm
I know it's probably to be scared
But these days are flying us and nobody seems to care
It's we're sprinting towards a brick wall we're pretending isn't there
What happens we hit it?
Do we split a million bits
Or do we back as a bullfrog and talk in ribbits?
What is it? is it? What is it?
You got the so give it, so give it, so give it
lie, what happens when we die?
Dad says, Georgie I'm just guessing from what I've told
Probably thinking, "How'd I raise this emo nine-year old?"
Since I'm sorta really not it's a crapshoot
I roll a of dice
Although the thought of paradise is very
In my heart I I don't believe in magic
So I'm thinking death is like eternal TV static
Or returning to the state before your
into the earth
The fewer hours left the more they're
I admit that it's difficult to about
I everybody got a little bit of doubt
You don't get to hide it even if you shout
Not a soul on the planet gets to out
And he said that I know that's it's to take in son but it's so early
I can see you're in a hurry but don't worry

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

Life moves
Made the mistake of blinking, twenty years
Now I'm sitting in my living room in with father
We don't bother Christmas in the Bay any longer
It's first time that we've had conversation
He "It's tough to take in
I we're not quite ancient
But we've reached age where we should talk arrangements
We could take it several
We sell the house
We can't forever, eventually money will run out
That's a spot taking a loan would us cover
Which would make it tougher to leave for you and your brother"
Stop, can't you
meal that you paid for me
All this power to chase a
All privilege not to crave riches
But it's plain to me the key
fact is it's 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 you don't aim to be
Age is data
We paint our A to Z then dip out
R.I.P. rip out, we out the pages
up the stage and we take a seat
Making a
or not, we fade from the plot
Every day when a new night
I ride around the sun on big blue ball
I get a bit further the kid called Paul
And I get a bit to the big brick wall
But since inching up to that
I can run my fingers the bricks and mortar and sense
That it's not so and so dense
And I'm mournful I've known that I'm not immortal
I'm not banging into stone but I'm more heading through portal
We're to return to home we're all born to be mincemeat
Everything dies except for Papaya King hotdogs on St
Dad hands me a napkin tells me it's been the same the fifties
He always love the city but dammit he'll miss me
How can you miss something after you leave, I that it's sad 
but please
dwell on it Dad, because

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