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• Artiste: Grieves
• Titre: Tragic
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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/