I’m starting to think this world isn’t real,
We’re all just a bundle of cells and thoughts,
Memories we’re not even sure we remember.
Did she have a red jumper on
On the day that she said she wanted to leave?
Did I have long hair when I broke my leg?
And did I kiss that man at the station that night?
I don’t even think that it matters a lot,
We’ll all get to heaven and see how we did
When we battled it out in this playground called Earth.
I hope when I’m standing up there
With that man that has come to be known as God
Reviewing the things that went right and went wrong,
It’ll all become clear, but we’ll still have to watch
The ones who come after us
Making the same mistakes that we did.