What is it about an artist dying
That makes the art more palatable?
And those who never gave a listen
Now quick to climb on board
And those who barely knew the lyrics
Say, Oh I've always loved this one!
And you, who never spared a penny
Cry & cry like you lost your only friend
What is it about a traitor dying
That makes the harm forgivable?
You throw some dirt upon their grave
And say, They did their best I guess
It's only on me now for stepping in that mess.
And all the pain you waded through
Though then obliterated you
Looks easier now, designed somehow
To put you in the right light
For the shit you're dealing with today
Which feels so much bigger than the past
Imperfection is beautiful in retrospect
And great big flaws are charming
When there's no one there to correct
What is it about a mother dying
That makes the grief insatiable?
As if the time in utero
That grew your flesh and built your bones
Is tearing out your heart
Cause it's rewinding now,
Unraveling your sense of who you are
And everything you sought from her
Is needed by your daughter
So you carry her to term and with a little push
She falls out of the nest into the sky
Which looks so much bigger than the past
Imperfection is beautiful
Once the hands are gone
And the farther we are from failure
The more we see its charm.
Now feels bigger than the past"