Grace

Lyrics

[Produced By: ALXNDRBRWN] [Hook] Patience is a virtue, virtue is a grace Grace is a little girl who wouldn't wash her face Grace is a virtue, virtue is a mean Between two extremes, one of excess, one of deficiencies Patience is a virtue, virtue is a dirty stain Cleanliness is next to godliness and isn't worth the pain Grace is a virtue, virtue of the pageant And this is not a love ballad [Verse 1] You suggested Lithium to get me better again That is unless if we, uhm, get together again But that ain't gonna happen, never again Send my well wishes to your nutritionist Your dietician, your pharmacist Your personal trainer and your accomplices Your partners in thought crime Your criminal groupthink and doctors online There is a difference between what is and isn't Business and friendship Parental assistance and an assistant A permanent solution and a quick-fix A fit body and sound mind A hundred hour weeks and dangerous amounts of downtime You got a lot to offer, but you're not an author If I kill your persecution complex that don't make you a martyr Drop the styrofoam cross, you can't walk on water You could use it for floatation, not a flying saucer You suggested professional help like I wasn't mentally well Like what I was feeling wasn't meant to be felt Duly noted, you'll be quoted in the eulogy It'll be passed off as poetry, between you and me I know you know the difference between confession and conjecture Prosody and needing to be lectured to a meter The student becomes the teacher, the son becomes a parent From a scab to teamster, the sun becomes apparent From a chemical imbalance to a litany of habits And this is not a love ballad [Verse 2] You should drown me in that womanhood or teach me how to swim Beat me with my own hands or tie down my limbs Suffer for my sins or let me suffer from within But in the end this is not a love ballad We can battle with tattoos to cover up the bruises The first to show any sign of discomfort loses For the first time in a long time you're not who my muse is And this is not a love ballad I'm not thirsty, I just got hungry eyes and you look appetizing From a distant stare, broken eye contact in disrepair Sometimes I disappear. Oh, now you see me? I'm part Irish Goodbye, other part Harry Houdini Put my feet to the fire, I've got Satan on my heels If it's all about prestige, just wait for the reveal I've got a new bag of tricks to turn, a new black magic woman witch to burn So much for live and learn [Hook] Patience is a virtue, virtue is a grace Grace is a little girl who wouldn't wash her face Grace is a virtue, virtue is a mean Between two extremes, one of excess, one of deficiencies Patience is a virtue, virtue is a dirty stain Cleanliness is next to godliness and isn't worth the pain Grace is a virtue, virtue of the pageant And this is not a love ballad [Outro] It's a music box that haunts me from the top-shelf of the bedroom closet I don't touch it, it just cuddles with my conscience I'm on constant guard, jittery the whole night Clinging to sheets because it sings to me slow-like And that's her song running through an hourglass Built with two wine bottles that I found in a flower patch Planted in quicksand, refusing to sink fast Abusing me slow, I hear the music and I think back Before the fall, before the set up Before the interest in sex even developed I fell in love with distance, it's an ex's best friend There used to be revenge, but I couldn't see no end So I had to switch the lens and then focus on some flesh No more clinging to old threads