Ill have an early death
To pair with a late lunch that I forgot to set
You said you were in debt
That you cashed out all of your cards to watch my last sun set
See my horizon fade in the ocean
Watch the light sink down like a shooting star
But you could pick me up from work
As long as I didn't ask about what we are
So can we talk about something else? Something with answers or definiteness?
I know you don't like thinking of ghosts
Only reminds you that one day we'll all be dirt
It isn't just that you don't like people watching
But you're afraid that they're no different from you
That all the shit they go through
Is something that eventually you're gonna deal with too
Maybe our ancestors were on to something
When they got scared into creating the gods
To answer all their questions
At least the ones that they had answers to which they were at odds
Like what happens post death
Whether or not we stop existing in a broader sense
So what happens post death?
Do you know if we'll still exist here in a different sense?