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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 its 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/SongtexteThose 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/ Aus Songtexte Mania