Clenching fists in my jean jacket
'Cause everything they've
Like they raided your closet
And I'm so pathetic I almost bought
The ugliest shirt I ever saw
'Cause you would have loved it
Singing along to "Little Red
Shaking hands by the casket
Folks that miss you kept asking
If I've slept since your passing
Well I'm so pathetic my only thought
Was how they got your lipstick
Cause peach ain't your shade
But in red you always felt gorgeous
I was 6, I was 12, I was 21
But it's like I woke up with my hand
Life's out of order and I
The sight of her, lighting a candle
And I'm so pathetic I beg God
To trade my life with my Mom's
But you wouldn't have that
Trying my best to be happy
I was 6, I was 12, I was 21
But it's like I woke up with my hand
And all your friends keep in touch
They raise kids, they go home, they turn 51
But it's like I wake up and you're gone while they've all
Well I'm so pathetic I beg
To trade my life with my Mom's
But you wouldn't have that
Trying my best to be happy
Trying my best to be happy