the grand optimist lyrics – city and colour

“the grand optimist”

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 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 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

/ city and colour lyrics