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I vividly
My tears dropping on the carpet on
the top step
giving me his best guess
Me confessing the burning stressing 
and concerning me and
Turning me wet mess
It's probably
I get it, I'm
I it's probably stupid to be scared
But these days are past us and nobody seems to care
It's like we're sprinting towards a brick wall pretending isn't there
What when we hit it?
Do we split into a bits
Or do we come as a bullfrog and talk in ribbits?
What is it? 
What is it? is it?
You got the answer so give it, so it, so give it
Don't lie, what happens we die?
Dad says, I'm just guessing from what I've been told
Probably thinking, "How'd I raise this emo fucking old?"
I'm sorta really not religious it's a crapshoot
I roll a pair of
Although the thought of paradise is very
In my I know I don't believe in magic
So I'm thinking maybe death is like eternal TV
Or returning to the state before your
into the earth
The fewer hours the more they're worth
I admit that it's to think about
I think everybody got a bit of doubt
You don't get to hide it even if you shout
Not a soul on the planet gets to out
And he said that I know that's tough to take in son but it's so early
I can see in a hurry but don't worry cause

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

moves fast
Made the mistake of blinking, years passed
Now I'm sitting in my room in Brooklyn with father
We don't doing Christmas in the Bay any longer
It's time that we've had this conversation
He "It's tough to take in
I know not quite ancient
But we've reached age where we should probably arrangements
We take it several routes
We sell the house
We work forever, eventually money will run out
That's a spot a loan would help
 us cover
Which 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 privilege not to crave riches
But it's plain to me the key
fact is it's easy to act like cash jack shit if
You lacked it
And the greatest honor I could have is to a buck 
and pass back a
of all the happiness 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 tear out the
up the stage and we take a seat
Making a
Famous or not, we from the plot
Every day a new night falls
I around 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 inching up to that
I can run my fingers the bricks and mortar and sense
That it's not so cold and so
And although I'm mournful I've known that I'm not
I'm not banging into stone but I'm more heading this portal
We're born to to home we're all born to be mincemeat
Everything except for Papaya King hotdogs on 86th St
Dad hands me a napkin tells me it's the same since the fifties
He didn't love the city but dammit he'll miss me
How can you miss after you leave, I agree that it's sad 
but please
dwell on it Dad, because

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