Tragic

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'ma 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

Yeah, I guess I'm living off a 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