Tragic Songtext
von Grieves

They say that lightning never strikes twice in the same spot when it′s landed/
You ought to see the thundercloud I'm trapped in/
Head down looking for a tactic/
Trying to find a way up out the gravity around me/
I′m attached to stuck/
Floating on luck like a river raft was/
Spitting up love like it's ipecac/
If in fact there's a quicker path to diminish that/
I′m gonna get a first class ticket just to finish last/
Often, who′s watching, chip another crooked ass tooth on my options/
The blues never had a use for its caution and cut right through me like a razor bladed harsh wind/
I guess I'm living off habit, and digging up graves just to reseal the casket/
Bold-faced, marching to the middle of the havoc just so i can sing a song about it all/
Tragic/

You act like this can save me, hey hey hey/
You act like I don′t know, you don't know/
I act like I′ve gone crazy, and all of this can save me, but I don't really know/


I don′t know no more my brother, me and my blue sensitivities/
Look at all that this music has given me/
Intimately in tune with my misery/
I can spin bad news to a symphony/
I ain't a boy in a bubble I'm a man in touch with my joy and my trouble/
Got a fighting chance at love in this ugliness, I think hope deserves to know what she′s up against/
Blues and 12s I write 24s, life′s twice as hard, fighting with the cards/
Those chosen the moment we were born/
Highs and lows, joys and woes, they're yours/
Chase the blues and one day you′re gonna catch them/
Sing em all you want, you gonna wish you never met them/
Humming the ballad of the paper-thin jacket/
Trapped in the rain again/
Tragic/

You act like this can save me, hey hey hey/
You act like I don't know, you don′t know/
I act like I've gone crazy, and all of this can save me, but I don′t really know/

I don't know what the deal is, but lately I've been looking through a thick glass/
Squinting just to see the smidgen of the kickbacks/
My little ticker only flickers with a mishap/
And lashes out at me every time that I admit that/
Look at what I did with the ashes, smoking in the boy′s room, ditching out of classes/
Hands full of shattered stained glass with a grasp tight around it just enough to make a couple wounds last/
As scars, medals, rose pedals, scattered on the path like it′s Hansel and Gretel/
Burn from the water I splash from the kettle in efforts to make a documentation of what I went through/
Hell, I guess I'm playing from the attic, pulling up the floorboards, digging up the hatchet/
Firm footed, standing in the middle of the static just so I can sing a song about it all/
Tragic/

You act like this can save me, hey hey hey/
You act like I don′t know, you don't know/
I act like I′ve gone crazy, and all of this can save me, but I don't really know/