What am I gonna do when all my Cds wear out?
What am I gonna do when I get old?
Where the hell am I gonna go when I die?
And will my cats be OK if my house burns down?
Why do these things have to happen?
Why should I make myself worthy?
They never say I’ll die if I don’t
But there’s a lot of things people don’t say
Like how irrelevant death is
To worry about it
And like how hard it is to save the world
Everything is dying
They say the world is my oyster
It feels more like my closet