Now Feels Bigger than the Past

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 you, who never knew the lyrics

Say, "Oh, I've always loved this one!"

And you, who never spared a penny

Cried and cried 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 looks 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

Now feels bigger than the past

Now feels bigger than the past

Now feels bigger than the past

Now feels bigger than the past

Now feels bigger than the past