any underlined lines are things i'm uncertain of. any and all edits appreciated!

I live with a precocious egomaniac who is one day going to ask

Where John and George are now

How should I tell her?

The fairy tale ends with her fabulous friends

_Estranged_ and murdered by their fans

Heaven made amends

There is so much beauty in everything

I can barely stand to look

Between, it's a drag, isn't it

And suffering silent _music_ down here where everything occurs

Sometimes you'll even find a perfect world

oooooo

I swore that I would never let her waste the time I did

Watching TV as a kid

But she comes by it honestly

My only real chance to hold her

Is when there's something on

She crawls right into my arms

And we both pretend we're _gone_

Life is so long

There is so much beauty in everything

Sometimes you just have to stare

(cant transcribe)

Between the miracle of _being_

And the worrying about everything

It still occurs

Sometimes you even find a perfect world

She's awfully mature

But still surrogate mother's _got one_/_not one_

We've gone over what she's saying

To mommy

Where's her baby?

It's his birthday

Why's she crying?

Tell me daddy

There's just too much beauty in everything

You can barely hold the tears back sometimes

First time they parrot "I love you"

No parent would ask if it was true

It simply would never occur