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I vividly
My tears dropping on the grey on
the top step
Pops giving me his guess
Me confessing the burning stressing 
and concerning me and
me to
a wet mess
It's nothing
I get it, I'm
I know it's probably stupid to be
But these days are flying past us and nobody to care
It's like we're towards a brick wall we're pretending isn't there
happens when we hit it?
Do we split into a million
Or do we come as a bullfrog and talk in ribbits?
What is it? is it? What is it?
You got the answer so give it, so it, so give it
lie, what happens when we die?
Dad says, Georgie I'm just guessing what I've been told
Probably thinking, "How'd I raise this emo fucking old?"
Since I'm really not religious it's a crapshoot
I roll a of dice
Although the of paradise is very nice
In my heart I know I don't believe in
So I'm thinking maybe death is like TV static
Or returning to the state your birth
Absorbed into the
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 get to hide from it even if you shout
Not a soul on the planet gets to out
And he said that I that's it's tough to take in son but it's so early
I can see you're in a but don't worry cause

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

Life moves
Made the mistake of blinking, twenty years
Now I'm sitting in my living room in Brooklyn with
We don't bother doing in the Bay any longer
first time that we've had this conversation
He says "It's to take in
I know we're not quite
But we've reached age where we should probably talk
We take it several routes
We could the house
We work forever, eventually money will run out
That's a taking a loan would help
 us cover
would make it tougher to leave something for you and your brother"
Stop, you see?
Every that you paid for me
All this power to a dream
All this privilege not to riches
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 have is to make a buck 
and back a
Fraction of all the you gave to me
And I will make you live where 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
Tear up the stage and we a seat
Making a
Famous or not, we from the plot
Every day when a new falls
I ride around the sun on this big ball
I get a bit further the kid called Paul
And I get a bit closer to the big wall
But since up to that fence
I can run my against
all the bricks and mortar and sense
That it's not so and so dense
And although I'm mournful I've known that I'm not
I'm not banging into stone but I'm heading through this portal
We're born to return to we're all born to be mincemeat
Everything dies except for Papaya hotdogs on 86th 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 agree it's sad 
but please
Don't on it Dad, because

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