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 your 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