City And Colour. Little Hell. Grand Optimist. Zeneszám

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