| Song | Grand Optimist |
| Artist | City and Colour |
| Album | Retrospective |
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| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |