city colour - the grand optimist lyrics
i fear i’m dying of complications
complications due to things i’ve left undone
that all my debts will be left unpaid
feel like a cripple without a cane
i’m like a jack of all trades
who’s a master of none
then there’s my father
he’s always looking on the bright side
saying things like
“son, life just ain’t that hard”
he is the grand optimist
i am the world’s poor pessimist
you give him burdensome times
and he will escape unscarred
i guess i take after my mother
i guess i take after my mother
i used to be quite resilient
gain no strength from counting the beads on a rosary
and now the wound has begun to turn
another lesson that has gone unlearned
but this is not a cry for pity or for sympathy
i guess i take after my mother
i guess i take after my mother
i guess i take after my mother
i guess i take after my mother
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