Grace
Sage Francis Lyrics

Patience is a virtue, virtue is a grace
Having patience is a good trait, but it requires grace to practice it.

Grace is a little girl who wouldn't wash her face
Grace is a virtue that includes humility and not caring about superficial things.

Grace is a virtue, virtue is a mean Between two extremes, one of excess, one of deficiencies
Grace is a good quality that lies between two extremes, one of having too much of something and one of not having enough of it.

Patience is a virtue, virtue is a dirty stain Cleanliness is next to godliness and isn't worth the pain
Having patience can be seen as a dirty trait, but being obsessively clean isn't worth the discomfort it brings.

Grace is a virtue, virtue of the pageant And this is not a love ballad
Grace is often associated with beauty pageants, but the song 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
You suggested Lithium to improve my mental health, but there is no chance of us getting back together 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
Give my regards to all the professionals who work with you, including those with whom you participate in problematic groupthink 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
It's important to distinguish between different things, like the difference between work and personal relationships, or between a long-term solution and a temporary fix.

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 have many good qualities, but being a victim doesn't make you a hero. You can't do the impossible, like walk on water, and should use resources in the most practical way.

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
You recommended getting help for my mental health as if I was unwell, but my emotions were normal. I'll remember your suggestion, though it won't be taken seriously.

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
I know you understand the difference between expressing your feelings and making assumptions. As time goes on, people change roles from being taught to being a teacher or becoming more responsible. Personal problems are often due to habits rather than chemical imbalances, but regardless, this isn't a love song.

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
You could either help me through a difficult time or let me suffer, but this isn't a love song.

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
We could try to cover up our problems like covering bruises with tattoos, but this will only temporarily hide the pain. If anyone shows weakness, they lose. You are not my source of inspiration anymore, but this isn't a love song.

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
I'm not necessarily in need of anything, but I'm drawn to you. I'm distant and inconsistent with my communication, but now I'm present. I'm motivated but feel the pressure of competition. I have new ways to approach problems and people, and I'm ready to move on from past hurt.

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
Patience and grace are both admirable qualities, but they aren't always easy to practice. Grace is a balance between too much and too little, just like patience. Being obsessively clean isn't always helpful, and grace can be associated with beauty pageants, but this isn't a love song.

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
There is a music box in my room that reminds me of past relationships. I don't touch it but am still affected by it. I'm nervous at night and cling to my sheets because it reminds me of lost love. Memories slow me down, but I'm planting new seeds and trying not to get stuck, focusing on new relationships instead of old ones.