Watsky
Lovely Thing Suite: Conversations
[Verse 1]
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