City and Colour - Grand Optimist download mp3

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I fear I’ll die from complications
Complications due to things that I’ve left undone
That all my debts will be left unpaid
Feel like a cripple without a cane
I’m like a jack of all trades who’s a master of none
Then there’s my father he’s always looking on the bright side
Saying things like «Son life just ain’t that hard»
He is the grand optimist, I am the world’s poor pessimist
You give him burdensome times and he will escape unscarred
I guess I take after my mother
I guess I take after my mother
But I used to be quite resilient, gained no strength from counting the beads on
a rosary
And now the wound has begun to turn
Another lesson that has gone unlearned
But this is not a cry for pity or for sympathy
I guess I take after my mother
I guess I take after my mother
I guess I take after my mother
I guess I take after my mother