As Grandma's died, his father could not be more relieved,
Their shared conflicts were no longer his burden to heave,
And as Grandma's died, father makes an effort to reconnect,
"Talk to my son over cake, better yet, better yet"
Son wants to decline, feeling insecure about his lack of grief,
He should be in anguish, pain of his own should be a relief,
Cake is for people suffering more than obligation to mourn,
He ends up going, too much effort to convey that he's torn,
Father, Son finish up, swap stories, wisdom from her life,
Dad pretends he forgot to mention the note grandma left behind,
"I guess I'll read it while mom's still on our minds:"
“‘Consciousness is a curse. Love you both’”
"Even from the fucking grave"
credits
from I'll Die Before the Rest of me Changes,
released January 27, 2022
Song Writing, Lyrics, Performance, Sound Engineering, Production, Mixing and Mastering: Nathaniel Philip Havens
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