Tragic

They say that lighting never strikes twice

In the same spot when its landed

You wanna see the thunder cloud im trapped in

Head down lookin for a tactic

Trying to find a way up out the gravity

Around me im attached too stuck

Floatin on luck like a river raft was

Spittin up love like its ipecac

If in fact

Theres a quicker path

To diminish that

Ima get a first class ticket

Just to finish last

Often whos watchin

Chip another crooked ass tooth on my options

The blues never had a use for its caution

And cut right through me

Like a razorblade in march wind

Yeah i guess im livin off a habit

And dig enough graves just to reseal the casket

Bold face march into the middle of the havoc

Just so i could sing a song about it all

Tragic

You act like this can save me (ehh ehhh ehhh)

You act like i don't know (you don't know)

I act like ive 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

Instrumentally in tune with my misery

I could spin bad news to a symphony

I aint a boy in a bubble

Im a man in touch

With my joy and my trouble

Gotta fighting chance at love in this ugliness

I think hope deserves to know what shes up against

Blues, twelves, bright twentyfours

Knife twice as hard

Fighting with the guards

Those chosen the moment we were born

Highs and lows joys and woes that are yours

Chase the blues and one day you gon' catch em

Sing em all you want

You gon wish you never met em

Humming the ballad of the paper thin jacket

Trapped in the rain again

Tragic

You act like this can save me (ehh ehhh ehhh)

You act like i don't know (you don't know)

I act like ive gone crazy

And all of this can save me

But i don't really know

I dont know what the deal is

But lately ive been looking through the thick glass

Squintin just to see the smidgin of the kick backs

My little ticker only flickers with a mishap

An lashes out at me everytime that i admit that

Look at what i did with the ashes

Smokin in the boys room

Ditchin outta classes

Hand full of shattered stained glass

With a grasp tight around it

Just enough to make a couple wounds last as scars

Metals rose petals

Scatted on the path likes its 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 im playin from the attic

Pullin up the floorboards diggin up the hatchet

Firm footed standing in the middle of the static

Just so i could sing a song about it all

Tragic

You act like this can save me (ehh ehhh ehhh)

You act like i don't know (you don't know)

I act like ive gone crazy

And all of this can save me

But i don't really know