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It's hard to be the cool kid at a funeral Skinny black tie black shoes it's a beautiful October afternoon I watch a plane overhead Full of human beings who have no idea that you're... I guess life goes on, right? no offense And now i'm tryin' not to laugh, which makes me wanna laugh And I don't mean no disrespect as I step into this funeral home Like light through stained glass Like light through black holes, like light that faded ages ago Like my phone on airplane mode Like i don't believe in ghosts but I swear I feel it buzz A voicemail from the nothing where something was I'm still laughin', I can't pretend like I'm not sad It's just that lack of touch is not the same as lack of contact And that grim reaper isn't that powerful He can't change the past and your impact is unstoppable I don't think you die when you die I don't think we really understand what it means to be alive Much less existence and much less time We think that there's no time, but maybe there's no time And maybe memory and prophecy are intertwined Maybe the present is a pixel in a much larger design Like if the picture's resolution is a trillion by a trillion But the CPU display is only one by one Well then it's easy to assume that there's nothing but this room In which we hide and not a whole universe outside I don't know if any of this makes sense I don't know if I should end it with an amen I just know there's a river in every raindrop And a lot of raindrops in that riverbed I said: I just know there's a river in every raindrop And a lot of raindrops in that riverbed