Parents got divorced when I was, uh, five years old

And I saw my father about three times a year after that

And when he found out that he had cancer, he decided to

To bring me here and he gives me this big pink seashell

And he says to me, "son, the answers are all inside of this"

And I'm all, "what?"

Now then I realize, I realize that

The shell's empty, there's no point to any of this, it's all just a

A random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes.

So I take pleasure in the detail, you know, a, a quarter pounder with cheese

Those are good

The sky about ten minutes before it started to rain

A moment where your laughter becomes a cackle

And I sit back

And I ride my own melt.