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?" But 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