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I remember vividly
My tears dropping on the grey carpet on â¨the top step
Pops giving me his best guess
Me confessing the burning question stressing â¨and concerning me and
Turning me to â¨a wet mess
Itâs probably nothing
I get it, Iâm aware
I know itâs probably stupid to be scared
But these days are flying past us and nobody seems to care
Itâs like weâre sprinting towards a brick wall weâre pretending isnât 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? â¨What is it?
You got the answer so give it, so give it, so give it
Donât lie, what happens when we die?
Dad says, Georgie Iâm just guessing from what Iâve been told
Probably thinking, âHowâd I raise this emo fucking nine-year- old?â
Since Iâm sorta really not religious itâs a crapshoot
I roll a pair of dice
Although the thought of paradise is very nice
In my heart I know I donât believe in magic
So Iâm 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 theyâre worth
I admit that itâs difficult to think about
I think everybody got a little bit of doubt
You donât 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 thatâs itâs tough to take in son but itâs so early
I can see youâre in a hurry but donât worry cause
That isnât for a long, long time
That isnât for a long, long time
That isnât for a long, long time
That isnât for a long, long, long, long time
Life moves fast
Made the mistake of blinking, twenty years passed
Now Iâm sitting in my living room in Brooklyn with my father
We donât bother doing Christmas in the Bay any longer
Itâs first time that weâve had this conversation
He says âitâs tough to take in
I know weâre not quite ancient
But weâve reached age where we should probably talk arrangements
We could take it several routes
We could sell the house
We canât work forever, eventually money will run out
Thatâs a spot taking a loan would help⨠us cover
Which would make it tougher to leave something for you and your brotherâ
Stopâcanât you see?
Every meal that you paid for me
All this power to chase a dream
All this privilege not to crave riches
But itâs plain to me the key⨠fact is itâs 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 â¨and pass back a
Fraction of all the happiness you gave to me
And I will never make you live where you donât 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 itâs not so cold and so dense
And although Iâm mournful Iâve known that Iâm not immortal
Iâm not banging into stone but Iâm more heading through this portal
Weâre born to return to home weâre all born to be mincemeat
Everything dies except for Papaya King hotdogs on 86th St
Dad hands me a napkin tells me itâs been the same since the fifties
He didnât always love the city but dammit heâll miss me
How can you miss something after you leave,
I agree that itâs sad â¨but please
Donât dwell on it Dad, becauseâ
That isnât for a long, long time
That isnât for a long, long time
That isnât for a long, long time
That isnât for a long, long, long, long time