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