Death Cab For Cutie - Styrofoam Plates
"There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes
I threw them to sea, but a gust blew them backwards
And the sting in my eyes that you then inflicted
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"
My father is an alcoholic, didn't pay child support to a mother raising my sister and I after she got laid off from her long-time job. Even though my dad isn't around, his memory stings like saltwater in my eye.
Such a powerful experience every time I listen to this song.
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