I remember vividly
My tears dropping on the grey
Carpet on the top step
Pops giving me his best guess
Me confessing the burning question stressing
And concerning me and
Turning me to a wet mess
It's probably nothing
I get it, I'm aware
I know it's probably stupid to be scared
But these days are flying past us
And nobody seems to care
It's like we're sprinting towards
A brick wall we're pretending isn't there
What happens when we hit it?
Do we split into a million bits
Or do we come back as a bullfrog
And talk in ribbits?
What is it? what is it?
You got the answer so give it
So give it, so give it
Don't lie, what happens when we die?
Dad says, georgie I'm just guessing
From what I've been told
Probably thinking, how'd
I raise this emo fucking nine-year- old?
Since I'm sorta really not religious
It's a crapshoot
I roll a pair of dice
Although the thought of paradise is very nice
In my heart I know I don't believe in magic
So I'm thinking maybe death
Is like eternal tv static
Or returning to the state before your birth
Absorbed into the earth
The fewer hours left the more they're worth
I admit that it's difficult to think about
I think everybody got a little bit of doubt
You don't get to hide
From it even if you shout
Not a soul 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 early
I can see you're in a hurry
But don't worry cause

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

Life moves fast
Made the mistake of blinking
Twenty years passed
Now I'm sitting in my living room
In brooklyn with father
We don't bother doing christmas
In the bay any longer
It's first time
That we've had this conversation
He says it's tough to take in
I know we're not quite ancient
But we've reached age
Where we should probably talk arrangements
We could take it several routes
We could sell the house
We can't work forever
Eventually money will run out
That's a spot taking a loan
Would help us cover
Which would make it tougher
To leave something for you and your brother
Stop can't you see?
Every meal that you paid for me
All this power to chase a dream
All this privilege not to crave riches
But it's plain to me the key fact is it's
Easy to act like cash means jack shit if
You never lacked it
And the greatest honor I could have
Is to make a buck and pass back a
Fraction of all the happiness you gave to me
And I will never make you live
Where you don't aim to be
Age is just data
We paint our story a to z then dip out
R. I. p. rip out, we tear out the pages
Tear up the stage and we take a seat
Making a vacancy
Famous or not, we fade from the plot
Every day when a new night falls
I ride around the sun on this big blue ball
I get a bit further from the kid called paul
And I get a bit closer to the big brick wall
But since inching up to that fence
I can run my fingers against all the bricks
And mortar and sense
That it's not so cold and so dense
And although I'm mournful
I've known that I'm not immortal
I'm not banging into stone
But I'm more heading through this portal
We're born to return to home
We're all born to be mincemeat
Everything dies except
For papaya king hotdogs on 86th st
Dad hands me a napkin tells me
It's been the same since the fifties
He didn't always love the city
But dammit he'll miss me
How can you miss something after you leave
I agree that it's sad but please
Don't dwell on it dad, because

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