Better Place

These sons a bitches they say that you’re in a better place

But everyone and everything you loved,

So much is still right here.

I'm over hearing folks talk about paradise

But they dont know ya like I do

'cause preachers selling streets of gold

Just drys tears down here

But that ain’t you

You’d be double fisting vodka,

Singing along to "American Girl"

I never understood why you loved that song

And now I do.

And, it really ain’t hit me,

Just how much you leaving,

Could break my heart, bring me back, make me cry, the times we had are flooding back,

Man it’s gotta be some kinda mistake,

How in the hell could anyone say,

That you’re in a better place

This fog feels like something that sticks around

Like a gut punch takes ya down ,

It’s selfish of me to think,

But Id rather have you here right now

There’s a stack of your records

With a million of your smiles in’em,

You played’em over and over til the end,

You’d go down to the record store and see your friends,

You’d be double fisting vodka,

Singing along to every old 90's song,

I swear to god you knew'em all

And everyone knew ya by name,

And it really aint hit me,

Just how much you leaving,

Could break my heart, bring me back, make me cry, the times we had, are flooding back,

God, there's gotta be some kinda mistake,

How in the hell could anyone say,

That you’re in a better place

Yeah, you'd be double fisting Vodka,

Singing along to American Aquarium

I never understood why you loved those songs,

And now I do,

And it really aint hit me,

Just how much you leaving,

Could break my heart, bring me back, make me cry, the times we had, are flooding back,

God, There's gotta be some kinda mistake,

I hope its true what everyone say's

This’ll get better someday

I know you’re in a better place