City And Colour - The Grand Optimist lyrics

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

But I used to be quite resilient

Gained no strength from counting the beads on a rosary

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