Here’s a tale: When I was 6 and militantly innocent They didn’t think I’d handle it too well Turns out they were on the nose About a toddlers mortal woes Cause all we do is decompose and smell
Please give me time Nervous Still kinda nervous Still kinda nervous Still kinda scared to die Nervous Still kinda nervous Still kinda nervous Still kinda clinging to days gone by
Must’ve cried a Waterpark And that’s just stabbing in the dark They gave up And they dropped me off at home It’s then I knew that on the Earth We’re disconnected after birth And handled my mortality alone
Please give me space My sensibilities have been replaced With guilt and lack of grace
I need more time My conscience is uniquely unaligned I am the bottom line
What’s the worst that could happen Playing 30 odd years Pretend I don’t wanna be angry I just wanna feel open again I don’t wanna be angry I just wanna feel open again I don’t wanna be angry But I’ll never feel open again