City and Colour "The Grand Optimist" Songtext

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The Grand Optimist

I fear I'll die from complications, complications due to things that I've left undoneThat all my debts will be left unpaid, feel like a cripple without a caneI'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 sideSaying things like “Son life just ain’t that hard”He is the grand optimist, I am the world’s poor pessimistYou give him burdens sometimes 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 rosaryAnd now the wound has begun to turn, another lesson that has gone unlearnedBut this is not a cry for pity or for sympathy

I guess I take after my mother, I guess I take after my motherI guess I take after my mother, I guess I take after my mother

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