Grand Optimist (Live) - City and Colour

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