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I vividly
My tears dropping on the grey carpet top step
Pops me his best guess
Me confessing the question stressing 
and concerning me and
Turning me wet mess
probably nothing
I get it, I'm
I it's probably stupid to be scared
But these days are flying past us and nobody seems to
It's like we're sprinting towards a brick we're pretending isn't there
What when we hit it?
Do we into a million bits
Or do we come back as a bullfrog and talk in
What is it? 
What is it? is it?
You got the answer so give it, so give it, so it
lie, what happens when we die?
Dad says, Georgie I'm just guessing from what been told
thinking, "How'd I raise this emo fucking nine-year old?"
Since I'm sorta really not religious it's a
I roll a of dice
Although the thought of paradise is very
In my I know I don't believe in magic
So I'm thinking death is like eternal TV static
Or returning to the state your birth
into the earth
The hours left the more they're worth
I admit that difficult to think about
I think everybody got a bit of doubt
You don't get to from it even if you shout
Not a 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
I can see you're in a hurry but don't cause

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

Life fast
Made the mistake of blinking, years passed
Now I'm in my living room in Brooklyn with father
We bother doing Christmas in the Bay any longer
It's first time we've had this conversation
He "It's tough to take in
I know we're not ancient
But we've reached age where we probably talk arrangements
We could take it routes
We could sell the
We can't forever, eventually money will run out
That's a spot taking a loan would help
 us
Which would make it tougher to leave something for you and brother"
Stop, you see?
Every that you paid for me
All this power to chase a
All this privilege not to riches
But it's plain to me the key
fact is it's easy to act like cash means jack if
You lacked it
And the greatest I could have is to make a buck 
and pass back a
Fraction of all the you gave to me
And I will never make you where you don't aim to be
Age is data
We our story A to Z then dip out
R.I.P. rip out, we out the pages
Tear up the stage and we take a
Making a
or not, we fade from 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 closer to the big wall
But since inching up to that
I can run my fingers the bricks and mortar and sense
That not so cold and so dense
And although I'm mournful known that I'm not immortal
I'm not banging stone but I'm more heading through this portal
We're born to to home we're all born to be mincemeat
Everything dies for Papaya King hotdogs on 86th St
Dad hands me a tells me it's been the same since the fifties
He always love the city but dammit he'll miss me
How can you miss something you leave, I agree that it's sad 
but please
Don't dwell on it Dad,

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