parents got divorced when I was five years old And I saw my father about three times a year after that And when he found out that he had cancer To bring me here and he gives me this big pink seashell and he says to me son The answers are all inside of it. I'm all what? Then I realized I realized the show's empty. There's no point to any of this. It's all just A random lottery of meaningless tragedy in a series of near escapes So I take pleasure in the detail A quarter pounder with cheese It's a good Sky about 10 minutes before it started to rain A moment where your laughter becomes a cackle And I sit back And I ride my own milk