Sage Francis - Grace lyrics

Patience is a virtue, virtue is a grace
Grace is a little girl who
Wouldn’t wash her face
Grace is a virtue, virtue is a mean
Between two extremes, one of excess
One of deficiencies
Patience is a virtue, virtue is a dirty stain
Cleanliness is next to godliness and
Isn’t worth the pain
Grace is a virtue, virtue of the pageant
And this is not a love ballad

You suggested Lithium to get me better again
That is unless if we, uhm, get together again
But that ain’t gonna happen, never again
Send my well wishes to your nutritionist
Your dietician, your pharmacist
Your personal trainer and your accomplices
Your partners in thought crime
Your criminal groupthink and doctors online
There is a difference between


What is and isn’t business and friendship
Parental assistance and an assistant
A permanent solution and a quick-fix
A fit body and sound mind
A hundred hour weeks and
Dangerous amounts of downtime
You got a lot to offer
But you’re not an author
If I kill your persecution complex that
Don’t make you a martyr
Drop the styrofoam cross
You can’t walk on water
You could use it for floatation
Not a flying saucer
You suggested professional help like
I wasn’t mentally well
Like what I was feeling wasn’t
Meant to be felt
Duly noted, you’ll be quoted in the eulogy
It’ll be passed off as poetry
Between you and me
I know you know the difference
Between confession and conjecture
Prosody and needing to be lectured to a meter
The student becomes the teacher
The son becomes a parent
From a scab to teamster
The sun becomes apparent
From a chemical imbalance to
A litany of habit's
And this is not a love ballad

You should drown me in that womanhood
Or teach me how to swim
Beat me with my own hands
Or tie down my limbs
Suffer for my sins or let
Me suffer from within
But in the end this is not a love ballad
We can battle with tattoos to
Cover up the bruises the first to show any
Sign of discomfort loses
For the first time in a long time
You’re not who my muse is
And this is not a love ballad
I’m not thirsty, i just got hungry eyes
And you look appetizing
From a distant stare
Broken eye contact in disrepair
Sometimes I disappear oh, now you see me?
I'm part Irish Goodbye
Other part Harry Houdini
Put my feet to the fire
I've got Satan on my heels
If it’s all about prestige
Just wait for the reveal
I've got a new bag of tricks to turn
A new black magic woman witch to burn
So much for live and learn

Patience is a virtue, virtue is a grace
Grace is a little girl who
Wouldn’t wash her face
Grace is a virtue, virtue is a mean
Between two extremes, one of excess
One of deficiencies
Patience is a virtue, virtue is a dirty stain
Cleanliness is next to godliness and
Isn’t worth the pain
Grace is a virtue, virtue of the pageant
And this is not a love ballad

It's a music box that haunts me from
The top-shelf of the bedroom closet
I don’t touch it
It just cuddles with my conscience
I’m on constant guard
Jittery the whole night
Clinging to sheets because it
Sings to me slow-like
And that’s her song running
Through an hourglass
Built with two wine bottles that I
Found in a flower patch
Planted in quicksand, refusing to sink fast
Abusing me slow
I hear the music and I think back
Before the fall, before the set up
Before the interest in sex even developed
I fell in love with distance
It's an ex’s best friend
There used to be revenge
But I couldn’t see no end
So I had to switch the lens
And then focus on some flesh
No more clinging to old threads