Conversations Lyrics - Watsky

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 

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That isn't for a long, long time 

That isn't for a long, long time 

That isn't for a long, long time 

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

Life moves fast 

Made the mistake of blinking, twenty years passed 

Now I'm sitting in my living room in Brooklyn with my father 

We don't bother doing Christmas in the Bay any longer 

It's first time that we've had this conversation 

He says "it's tough to take in 

I know we're not quite ancient 

But we've reached age where we should probably talk arrangements 

We could take it several routes 

We could sell the house 

We can't work forever, eventually money will run out 

That's a spot taking a loan would help us cover 

Which would make it tougher to leave something for you and your brother" 

Stop—can't you see? 

Every meal that you paid for me 

All this power to chase a dream 

All this privilege not to crave riches 

But it's plain to me the key fact is it's 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 and pass back a 

Fraction of all the happiness you gave to me 

And I will never make you live where you don't 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 it's not so cold and so dense 

And although I'm mournful I've known that I'm not immortal 

I'm not banging into stone but I'm more heading through this portal 

We're born to return to home we're all born to be mincemeat 

Everything dies except for Papaya King hotdogs on 86th St 

Dad hands me a napkin tells me it's been the same since the fifties 

He didn't always love the city but dammit he'll miss me 

How can you miss something after you leave, I agree that it's sad but please 

Don't dwell on it Dad, because 

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That isn't for a long, long time 

That isn't for a long, long time 

That isn't for a long, long time 

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