Six Feet Deep

I get up everyday and run

Just to fight off all the feelings that I'm running from

Seven years seems like a lot

I used to ask you questions while sitting at your burial spot

But I didn't like the way the dirt felt

'Cause the grass stopped growing and your flowers looked like shit

So fuck these flowers fuck these graveyards

You're just a memory for me and a cool story for my kid

People wanna tell me you'd be mad at me

And who knows that might be true

And I know everybody would laugh at me

If I told em' what I think you'd do

If I showed you the song that I wrote about religion

And only letting certain people in

Think you'd smile for a while and say "I love the way you think boy"

It sure is sad what people call a sin

Then she would tell me

That you're a good man and they may not understand

And I know that's something that you worry about

'Cause you're a lot like your mom just writing hundreds of songs

And I've heard that you've got people listening now

But don't you worry honey don't you lose sleep

I'll be singing all your songs while I'm six feet deep

We may not meet again and that's a sad way to end

But sweet boy know you made your mama proud

Still makin' me, still makin' me, still makin' me

Still makin' me proud

Still makin' me, still makin' me, still makin' me

Still makin' me proud

You died on January 5th

And it doesn't feel the same when I wrap my own gifts

I only solve it by forgetting (By forgetting)

Pretend I never had a parent who wasn't at my wedding

But people keep bringing you up

To try to change me from who I am to back to who I was

But I don't think you'd give a fuck

'Cause that's not how you raised me

And that's not how you loved me

People wanna tell me that I failed you 'cause I'm trying to think for myself

They're acting like I wasn't even raised by you

But goddamn you taught me all of this yourself

If I told you that I wasn't sure what I believe in I swear you'd say you didn't know either

Think you'd smile for a while and say "I love the way you think boy"

Don't you ever stop being a dreamer

Then she would tell me

That you're a good man and they may not understand

And I know that's something that you worry about

'Cause you're a lot like your mom just writing hundreds of songs

And I've heard that you've got people listening now

But don't you worry honey don't you lose sleep

I'll be singing all your songs while I'm six feet deep

We may not meet again and that's a sad way to end

But sweet boy know you made your mama proud

Still makin' me, still makin' me, still makin' me

Still makin' me (proud)

Still makin' me, still makin' me, still makin' me

Still makin' me proud

Still makin' me (Ooh), still makin' me, still makin' me (I'm still a mamas boy)

Still makin' me (proud)

Still makin' me, still makin' me, still makin' me

Still makin' me proud

I still think about you every single day

But it's not quite the same it's in a slightly different way

They don't know and I'm not gonna explain

'Cause it's our little secret inside my brain