Death Cab for Cutie - Styrofoam Plates: chords

           A
There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes
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I threw them to sea, but a gust blew them backwards
          E
And the sting in my eyes, which you, then, inflicted
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Was par for the course, just as when you were living

It's no stretch to say you were not quite a father
But a donor of seeds to a poor, single mother
That would raise us alone; we never saw the money
That went down your throat through
the hole in your belly

[Verse 2]
Thirteen years old in the suburbs of Denver
Standing in line for Thanksgiving dinner
At the Catholic church; the servers wore crosses
To shield from the sufferance plaguing the others

Styrofoam plates, cafeteria tables
Charity reeks of cheap wine and pity
And I'm thinking of you; I do every year
When we count all our blessings
and wonder what we're doing here

You're a disgrace to the concept of family
The priest won't divulge that fact in his homily
And I'll stand up and scream if
the mourning remain quiet
You can deck out a lie in a suit, but I won't buy it

I won't join in the procession that's
speaking their piece
Using five-dollar words while praising his integrity
And just 'cause he's gone, it doesn't change
the fact
He was a bastard in life; thus,
a bastard in death, yeah