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I vividly
My tears dropping on the grey carpet on
the top
Pops giving me his best
Me confessing the question stressing 
and concerning me and
Turning me to
a wet
It's probably
I get it, I'm
I know probably stupid to be scared
But days are flying past us and nobody seems to care
It's like we're sprinting a brick wall we're pretending isn't there
What when we hit it?
Do we into a million bits
Or do we back as a bullfrog and talk in ribbits?
What is it? 
What is it? is it?
You got the answer so give it, so give it, so it
Don't lie, what when we die?
Dad says, Georgie I'm guessing from what I've been told
Probably thinking, "How'd I raise emo fucking nine-year old?"
Since I'm sorta not religious it's a crapshoot
I roll a of dice
Although the of paradise is very nice
In my heart I know I don't in magic
So I'm thinking maybe death is like eternal TV
Or returning to the state before birth
Absorbed into the
The fewer hours left the more they're
I admit that it's to think about
I think got a little bit of doubt
You don't get to hide it even if you shout
Not a soul on the planet to wiggle out
And he said I know that's it's tough to take in son but it's so early
I can see you're in a but don't worry cause

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

Life moves
Made the mistake of blinking, twenty years
Now I'm sitting in my living room in Brooklyn with
We don't bother doing Christmas in the Bay any
It's time that we've had this conversation
He says "It's tough to in
I we're not quite ancient
But we've reached age where we should probably arrangements
We could take it routes
We sell the house
We can't forever, eventually money will run out
That's a spot taking a loan help
 us cover
Which would make it to leave something for you and your brother"
Stop, can't you
Every meal you paid for me
All this power to a dream
All this privilege not to 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 could have is to make a buck 
and back a
Fraction of all the happiness you to me
And I will never make you 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 out the pages
Tear up the and we take a seat
Making a
Famous or not, we from the plot
Every day when a new falls
I ride around the sun on this big blue
I get a bit further from the kid called
And I get a bit closer to the big wall
But since inching up to that
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 that I'm not
I'm not into stone but I'm more heading through this portal
We're to return to home we're all born to be mincemeat
dies except for Papaya King hotdogs on 86th St
Dad hands me a napkin tells me it's been the same the fifties
He didn't always the city but dammit he'll miss me
How can you miss something after you leave, I agree that it's sad 
but
dwell on it Dad, because

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