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 those who barely knew the lyrics Say, Oh I've always loved this one! And you, who never spared a penny Cry & cry 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 feels 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"