(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