Modigliani

Original

"Loving father, friend, and son"

Printed backwards on my shoulder blade

From leaning back on a plaque on a bench

I carry David's name until it fades

Why does it feel significant?

Why do I have to tell you about it?

Trying to fall asleep, back flat on the floor

While you were eating continental breakfast in Singapore

You make me homesick for places I've never been before

How'd you do that? How's tomorrow so far?

Meeting your family was a trip, seeing what you got from them

For better or worse, a blessing, and a curse

You don't need to love them, but you do, you can take off a year or two

We'll all be here when you get back

When you told me 'bout your new man it wasn't news

'Cause you've got all these mannerisms that you never do

Like rolling your eyes and laughing real dry

Like you were trying him on for size

And even if it doesn't fit, you'll wear it

'Cause if it's what you want, you're gonna get it

I've heard this anecdote at least a dozen times

Yeah, I know every word and inflection as if it were mine

I like watching you win over a new crowd

You can make 'em go wild, you can leave 'em spellbound

But you will never be

Famous to me

You will never be

Famous to me

I should know my neighbor's names, I should not stay up so late

Modigliani melancholy got me long in the face

But I feel better when you call just to tell me how you are

How'd you do that? How's tomorrow so far?

You make me homesick for places I've never been before

How'd you do that? How's tomorrow so far?