Here's a tale: when I was six, and militantly innocent They didn't think I'd handle it too well Turns out they were on the nose about a toddler's 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 thirty 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