Letras: Owen. Funeral.

There wasn't too much to say in the car on the way to our father's funeral that hadn't been said and better at that before

After straightening my tie for the hundredth time, I turned on the radio- too fitting to find 'boys don't cry' by The Cure. You sang along but you got the words wrong. I didn't let on that I knew.

'Cause The one thing that I learned from dad besides the cheap stuff fucks you up as much as the stuff on the top shelf does is it doesn't matter what you say or think, or wish you said but didn't say- just what you do.