When you were only 12 years old
You threw your old dog down a well
Pulled the pin on a grenade
And then you blew it straight to hell
Later when the smoking stopped
You started pulling on the rope
And when the bucket reached the top
It was the punchline to your joke
You laughed like it was going out of style, and I guess it was
And then this morning I woke up
And you had tied me to the bed
Said your imaginary friends
Had put a bounty on my head
Nothing personal of course
And it's a shame to see you go
But since we have to anyway
Well there's some things I'd like to know
You said you'd like to see
What happens if we drop this knife from ten feet up
It might just bounce, you never know
I said I've got a guess
A hypothesis I'm happy to let die in my stead
I'm pretty sure how it will go
You know that we had always hoped
All this was something you'd outgrow
Or at the very least we'd know when you were coming
You laughed, like it was going out of style, and I guess it was