April

And I drink, my drink from your mug made of tin But what happened, 7/31/76 that made them etch your name and the date? What'd I miss? It was a Saturday [Hook] You got your wasting, you got away You’ve got your dad, his dying days You’ve got it all And I’ve been wasted, I’ve been away It’s not that bad, most days Those towns that shut down so early I think of your body, right where it should be And I think, I should get rid of it That old brown chair clicked, and rang loud as hell And he said you were a drunk, it rang loud as hell And your brother said, “bullshit,” And I never told anyone, but it kept me awake Spring sleep's never been good to me anyway And I got your picture sitting on the sink You were so young, so skinny, so quick to laugh And water dripped and hit your cheek in the right spot It ruined my week, when I just wanted to wash the filth off And I have this feeling where I’m still owed something And every April I'm reminded about those bright flowers they talk about And every May I'm reminded that it's better buried in black and white And I'll allow myself this tonight [Hook]