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Conversations
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Conversations was released on August 19, 2016 by Self-released as a part of the album x Infinity
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Release DateAugust 19, 2016
LabelSelf-released
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Watsky
Watsky
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Watsky
George Watsky
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I remember vividly
My tears dropping on the grey carpet
On the top steps
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?
[Verse 2]
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 T.V. static
Or returning to the state before your birth
Absorbed into the earth
The fewer hours left, the more they're worth
[Verse 3]
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 it's tough to take it, son
But it's so early
I can see you're in a hurry, but don't worry 'cause
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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 the 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 reached the 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
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
Everyday 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 brick 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 headed 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 Street
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
[Verse 8]
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
Written by: George Watsky
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