The Arrangements

He was dead inside my head long before he died
So making the arrangements felt natural, felt nice
No medicine for saving him from cigs and booze and salt
Feels pretty nice to say, I thought his sadness was my fault

So let's pour one out for the bastard
It's still sad when bad men die
Or you can pour your drink out in the sink
Go on and live your life
I hear drunk footfalls through bedroom walls
Buying comfort in the south
But I'm my own father now

Drooling and foolish the first time that you saw me
Said your eyes were like a Jersey cow, your tongue's so clean and country
In the years of drunk disasters you never felt the same
You think I want these feelings
Chose my face or chose my name

So don't ask about blame or forgiveness
It's still sad when bad love dies
Oh, I'm full of shit and you're over it
Take the last word in my pride
I'm my father's spitting image and I spit upon the mirror
I see the old man's still here

I know that I will go soon
My heart's also not that strong
It was written in the stars about a thousand light-years long
But I feel the scrawl start to dissolve in a cemetery ring
And I know about a million men who'd feel about the same

So let's pour one out for the bastard
Even bastards need their friends
Or you can pour your drink out in the sink
You got the last laugh in the end
The arrangements are in order
I can buy the bar round
'Cause I'm my own father now
So don't ask about blame or forgiveness
I'm not one for choosing sides
He was full of shit and I'm over it
I'm glad that I'm alive
But the earth does not crack open
No one opens up the clouds
It's all right
I'm my own father now
I'm my own father now