One, two, three, four
There was a man
Who lived alone
He'd sit and think
"Will I find anyone?"
He said, "Please, please
I'll do anything, anything"
There was a boy
Who didn't know
What he would be
When he was old
He said "Please, please
I'll do anything
Please, please
I'll be anything, anything"
Well, little boy, you have to understand
You're not the only one
Who's feeling anxious toward the bullshit
That's attached to growing up
And all those things you learned along the way
Were nothing compared to the things that stayed
In your heart since the day you were born
And tell the man not to worry
It doesn't matter when you die
It'll always be the longest that you've ever been alive
And for that, you should be grateful
Yeah, for that, you should be scared
And for that, you should find at least one excuse to fight your fears
'Cause if not, you've already died
And believe me when I say I know exactly what that's like
One, two, three
