by Death Cab for Cutie
i threw them to sea but a gust blew them backwards
and the sting in my eyes
that you then inflicted was par for the course just as when you were living.
it's no stretch to say you were not were not quite a father
but a donor of seeds to a poor single mother
that would raise us alone, we'd never see the money
that went down your throat
through the hole in your belly.
thirteen years old in the suburbs of denver
standing in line for Thanksgiving dinner at the catholic church.
the severs wore crosses to shield from the sufferance plauging the others.
styrofoam plates, cafateria tables charity reeks of cheap wine and pity
and im thinking of you. i do every year when we count all our blessings and wonder what we're doing here.
you're a disgrace to the concept of family
the priest won't divulge that fact in his homily
and i'll stand up and scream
if mournings remain quiet, you can deck out a lie in a suit but i wont buy it!
i wont join in the procession that's speaking thier piece.
using five dollar words while praising his integrity. just 'cause he's gone
it doesnt change the fact: he was a bastard in life,
thus a bastard in death!