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Styrofoam Plates

This song is by Death Cab for Cutie and appears on the album The Photo Album (2001).

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 the 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

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 I 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
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


Written by:

Ben Gibbard, Nick Harmer and Chris Walla

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