I get up everyday and run Just to fight off all the feelings that I'm running from Seven years seems like a lot I used to ask you questions while sitting at your burial spot But I didn't like the way the dirt felt 'Cause your grass stopped growing and your flowers looked like shit So fuck these flowers, fuck these graveyards You're just a memory for me and a cool story for my kid People wanna tell me you'd be mad at me And who knows that might be true And I know everybody would laugh at me If I told 'em what I think you'd do If I showed you the song that I wrote about religion And only letting certain people in Think you'd smile for a while and say: I love the way you think boy It sure is sad what people call a sin Then she would tell me That you're a good man and they may not understand And I know that's something that you worry about 'Cause you're a lot like your mom just writing hundreds of songs And I've heard that you've got people listening now But don't you worry honey don't you lose sleep I'll be singing all your songs while I'm six feet deep We may not meet again and that's a sad way to end But sweet boy know you made your mama proud Still makin' me, still makin' me, still makin' me Still makin' me proud Still makin' me, still makin' me, still makin' me Still makin' me proud You died on January 5th And it doesn't feel the same when I wrap my own gifts I only solve it by forgetting (by forgetting) Pretend I never had a parent who wasn't at my wedding But people keep bringing you up To try to change me from who I am to back to who I was But I don't think you'd give a fuck 'Cause that's not how you raised me And that's not how you loved me People wanna tell me that I failed you 'cause I'm trying to think for myself They're acting like I wasn't even raised by you But goddamn you taught me all of this yourself If I told you that I wasn't sure what I believe in I swear you'd say you didn't know either Think you'd smile for a while and say: I love the way you think boy Don't you ever stop being a dreamer Then she would tell me That you're a good man and they may not understand And I know that's something that you worry about 'Cause you're a lot like your mom just writing hundreds of songs And I've heard that you've got people listening now But don't you worry honey don't you lose sleep I'll be singing all your songs while I'm six feet deep We may not meet again and that's a sad way to end But sweet boy know you made your mama proud Still makin' me, still makin' me, still makin' me Still makin' me (proud) Still makin' me, still makin' me, still makin' me Still makin' me proud Still makin' me (ooh), still makin' me, still makin' me (I'm still a mamas boy) Still makin' me (proud) Still makin' me, still makin' me, still makin' me Still makin' me proud I still think about you every single day But it's not quite the same it's in a slightly different way They don't know and I'm not gonna explain 'Cause it's our little secret inside my brain