The Grand Optimist - 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 burdensome times 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