Tragic

[Verse 1: 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 [Hook: Grieves] 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 [Verse 2: Brother Ali] 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 [Hook: Grieves] 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 [Verse 3: Grieves] 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 [Hook: Grieves] 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