This is a song about hating what your father gave you while still using his exact same tender attention to detail. The speaker claims to resent inheriting their dad's temper, but the whole song is an elegy disguised as a complaint, full of the same careful observation (bermuda grass, mourning dove, daughters' age gap) that proves they're more like him than they admit.
Lost in a Costco / Dad tried to make bermuda grass grow
The Costco is massive and overwhelming, but what the speaker remembers is their father trying to grow a specific type of grass. The temper they claim to hate comes with this other inheritance they don't name: noticing small domestic failures with affection instead of judgment.
Watched it from my fuckin Porsche / Rolled in with the fuckin storm
The profanity performs the exact temper the speaker claims to resent. And the Porsche appears out of nowhere in a song about Costco and struggling grass, a class dissonance the narrator doesn't seem to notice or maybe doesn't want to explain.
Biggest bird we ever saw / Dad to daughters that were born three years apart
This is supposed to be about a dying bird, but the speaker remembers the daughters' exact age gap. That level of attention to someone else's life is tenderness, not resentment. The narrator thinks they're complaining but they're actually eulogizing.
A mourning dove / I hate it when I see / Where I get my temper
Mourning doves aren't aggressive birds. They're soft and skittish. Might be the speaker misidentified it, or maybe the 'temper' they inherited isn't anger at all but grief, the kind that notices dying things and remembers them years later.
Did that bird die in the air? / Or was it space trash from the sky? / Terminix car drove by
The question goes unanswered. The poison guy shows up right when the speaker is trying to figure out if something beautiful died or if it was always just garbage. I'm not sure if they're talking about the bird or their father anymore.
The Terminix car shows up right when the speaker is trying to figure out if something died in the air or if it was garbage all along. By the end, you realize they might not be talking about the bird anymore. This is a song about someone who thinks they're complaining but is actually grieving, using their father's exact same attention to small doomed things to say they wish they weren't like him.