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I remember
My tears dropping on the grey carpet on
the top
Pops giving me his guess
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 stupid to be scared
But these days are flying past us and seems to care
It's like we're sprinting towards a brick wall we're pretending there
What happens we hit it?
Do we split into a bits
Or do we come back as a bullfrog and in ribbits?
is it? 
What is it? What is it?
You got the so give it, so give it, so give it
Don't lie, what when we die?
Dad says, Georgie I'm just guessing what I've been told
thinking, "How'd I raise this emo fucking nine-year old?"
Since I'm sorta really not religious a crapshoot
I roll a pair of
the thought of paradise is very nice
In my heart I know I believe in magic
So I'm thinking death is like eternal TV static
Or to the state before your birth
Absorbed the earth
The fewer hours left the more they're
I admit that it's to think about
I think everybody got a bit of doubt
You don't get to from it even if you shout
Not a soul on the gets to wiggle out
And he said that I know that's it's tough to in son but it's so early
I can see in a hurry but don't worry cause

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

Life fast
Made the mistake of blinking, years passed
Now I'm sitting in my living room in Brooklyn with
We don't bother doing Christmas in the Bay any
It's first time that had this conversation
He "It's tough to take in
I know not quite ancient
But we've reached age where we should talk arrangements
We could take it routes
We could sell the
We can't work forever, money will run out
That's a spot taking a loan would help
 us
Which would make it tougher to something for you and your brother"
Stop, you see?
meal that you paid for me
All this power to a dream
All privilege not to crave riches
But plain to me the key
fact is it's easy to act like cash means jack shit if
You lacked it
And the greatest I could have is to make a buck 
and pass back a
Fraction of all the happiness you to me
And I never make you live where you don't aim to be
Age is data
We paint our story A to Z dip out
R.I.P. rip out, we tear out the
Tear up the stage and we a seat
a vacancy
Famous or not, we fade the plot
Every day a new night falls
I ride the sun on this big blue ball
I get a bit further from the kid Paul
And I get a bit to the big brick wall
But since up to that fence
I can run my against
all the bricks and mortar and sense
That not so cold and so dense
And although I'm I've known that I'm not immortal
I'm not banging into stone but I'm more heading this portal
We're born to return to home we're all born to be
Everything except for Papaya King hotdogs on 86th St
Dad hands me a tells me it's been the same since the fifties
He didn't always love the city but dammit miss me
How can you miss something after you leave, I agree that it's sad please
dwell on it Dad, because

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