Person You'd Be Proud Of

There are days I feel so lucky, all I can think of is you dying
 'Cause I'm worried that life owes me one
 But the arbitrary happenstance of tragedy is tragic
 So the more that these days wear on, the more lucky I become
 Yeah, that's why you're the voice in my mind
 Though it's inevitably crowded
 And I'll try to be the type of person you'd be proud of
 Though it may be mawkish, and the alt weeklies think it's gauche
 Some hack job that got sold in the room
 A souvenir, a hallmark card, a little banjo hitter swing
 That doesn't mean that it's not true
 Oh who could lie to you, beam of light
 With a countenance that's shrouded?
 You know I'll try to be the type of person you'd be proud of
 (I know you try)
 To be a person you'd be proud of
 (The voice in your mind)
 Say, "Be a person you'd be proud of"
 (Oh beam of light)
 No, just a person you'd be proud of
 (And who could lie)
 To a person you'd be proud of?