(Six, seven, eight)

Grandpa smiled, said: You're so far in running
That made his funeral much harder to watch
The back roads ways, the VBS and godly praise
Before the science and the shakes and hanging out in the fourth grade
I mowed my lawn and ran over a dead bird
Don't think he minded, was already dead and gone
I won't have kids, I won't put anyone through this
And waking up alone on mornings just to stare into the abyss
Good vibes, everyone is gonna die

So stick around or watch me burn
While you wallow within your own custom concern
We've won many battles, but we lost the holy war
So look at you and how remarkable you are
You've done wonderfully well
And you've travelled so far
We're too young to die
But I'm scared of letting go

Remember when we thought it'd never come to this
The dinosaurs and birthday gifts and all the wishes that never did come true