Grace

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
 Is 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 the 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
 Planting it 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 as an ex's best friend
 There used to be revenge, but i couldn't see no end
 So I had to switch the lens in and focus on some flesh
 No more clinging to old threads