Lyric discussion by battaryacid 

My father was run out of this town. A coward and a drunk. My mother tried desperately to clear the name of me. Even in death that guy still makes a mess of our lives. That's how I found you with an angel at your bedside kneeling down in front of Mary with scary eyes. I killed myself for your vision; for your honest opinion; for what my mother wanted for me. Lately I've been doing some real serious thinking about the space between my lineage and passing. If you beat on a shaggy dog, it shames its owner, you see? When it is gone it will always belong in your heart if you can open up that wide. They all have lessons for you. My dear, how the time has passed us by. I never wanted to leave here. Ever.

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