Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tragic , by - Grieves. Release date: 20.06.2011
Song language: English
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 |