Grieves, Brother Ali - Tragic lyrics

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'm gonna 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 it's caution
And cut right through me like
A razor bladed harsh wind
I guess I'm living off 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