Modigliani

"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?