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