Everyone’s afraid of their own lives.
If you could be anything you want I bet you’d be disappointed, am I right?
No one really knows the ones they love
If you knew everything they thought
I bet that you would wish that they’d just shut up.
Well, you were the dull sound of sharp math when you were alive.
No one’s going to play the harp when you die. And if I had a nickel for every damn dime I’d have half the time, do you mind?