I was in too much of a fucking hurry to stop for Death –
So he stopped for me (he’s a real gentleman, aside from the whole “killing you” thing) –
The only things that exist are life and death, by the way –
Unless you count immortality.
So I was chilling with death, in a carriage – and he drove so damn slowly,
And I couldn’t even do anything,
‘Cause all I could think about was how glad I was not to be dead.
We drove past a school (this guy’s a fucking creeper)
And watched the kids running around in the playground –
And we passed some nice fields –
And the sunset –
(So basically death was creeping on young people and middle aged people and old people).
Like really, it wasn’t so much that we passed all that shit that I just mentioned –
More like HE was stalking that shit.
His being there made everything all cold and eerie,
And suddenly my dress wasn’t keeping me warm (goddamnit).
We were passing by a grave and he was all like,
“Oh wait can we stop for a minute?”
So we did, ’cause you don’t fuck with Death.
So that was a long-ass time ago,
But it still seems like it was super recently,
And I realized then that our carriage ride
Like totally symbolized how Death (and life) is an eternal cycle.
That’s fucking deep.
