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I remember
My tears dropping on the grey carpet top step
Pops giving me his best
Me confessing the burning question stressing 
and me and
me to
a wet mess
It's nothing
I get it, I'm
I it's probably stupid to be scared
But these days are flying us and nobody seems to care
It's like we're sprinting towards a wall we're pretending isn't there
What happens we hit it?
Do we split into a bits
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 give it, so it
Don't lie, what happens we die?
Dad says, Georgie I'm just guessing from what 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 thought of is very nice
In my heart I know I don't in magic
So I'm thinking death is like eternal TV static
Or returning to the state before your
Absorbed into the
The fewer hours left the more worth
I admit that it's difficult to think
I think everybody got a little bit of
You get to hide from it even if you shout
Not a soul on the planet 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 in a hurry but don't worry cause

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

Life fast
Made the mistake of blinking, years passed
Now I'm sitting in my room in Brooklyn with father
We don't bother doing in the Bay any longer
It's time that we've had this conversation
He says "It's to take in
I we're not quite ancient
But we've reached age where we should probably arrangements
We could it several routes
We could the house
We can't work forever, money will 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, can't you
Every that you paid for me
All power to chase a dream
All this 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 have is to make a buck 
and pass back a
of all the happiness 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
Tear up the and we take a seat
Making a
Famous or not, we fade from the
day when a new night 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 brick
But inching up to that fence
I can run my fingers against
all the bricks and and sense
That it's not so and so dense
And although I'm mournful I've known I'm not immortal
I'm not banging into but I'm more heading through this portal
born to return to home we're all born to be mincemeat
Everything dies except for Papaya King on 86th St
Dad hands me a napkin tells me it's been the since the fifties
He didn't always love the but dammit he'll miss me
How can you miss something after you leave, I agree that it's sad 
but
Don't dwell on it Dad,

isn't for a long, 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