Grace Lyrics - Copper Gone - Sage Francis

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 

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 group thinking 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 

What I was feeling wasn't mentally 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 

Prosity and needing to be lectured to a meet up 

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 

You should drown me in that womanhood and teach me how to swim 

Beat me with my own hands and 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, you look appetizing 

And from a distant stare broken eye contact in disrepair 

Sometimes I disappear, but now you see me 

A part Irish goodbye, other part Harry Houdini 

Put my feet to the fire, I got Satan on my heels 

If it's all about prestige, just wait for the reveal 

I got a new bag of tricks to turn, a new black magic woman bitch to burn 

So much for live and learn 

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