Good Grief

They say there's good grief But how can you tell it from the bad? Maybe it's only in the fact Good grief's the one that's in your past I got snow in my pockets Went down again head first Laced drill bits to my pointe shoes Pirouette through the hardwood to paydirt Night falls, day breaks; time Has a funny kind of violence and I'm Tryna keep in mind It can't leave you the way it finds you Good grief: I've heard people say it What a phrase, what a state to be in But I don't know where they go to get get That feeling Good grief And my knees stay clean Not much for praying I do my own stunts and my own saving But there's something amiss Something I been missing maybe maybe They say there's good grief But how can you tell it from the bad? Maybe it's only in the fact Good grief's the one that's in your past They say there's good grief But how can you tell it from the bad? Maybe it's only in the fact Good grief's the one that's in your past This time my best wasn't good enough Well, fuck, usually it is And the air got a little rough Took out the fuselage, the engine, and both wings But I'm willing to work for this Just show me where to dig And I'm ready to hurt for this I know exactly what this is Good grief I want that good grief The one that heals me That leaves me clarified by fire When I'm burned clean Tempered by light and heat Ah, by the dead of morning I'll be better for it And then fortified I'll rise Bust the hydrant, let it spray champagne Wings are broken but I feel no pain It's real today, I know this feeling, let it rain They say there's good grief But how can you tell it from the bad? Maybe it's only in the fact Good grief's the one that's in your past They say there's good grief But how can you tell it from the bad? Maybe it's only in the fact Good grief's the one that's in your past And secrets don't like to be kept All mine jumped over the fence I guess I should be upset But I'm in my nightgown on the lawn Thinking, better that they're gone I've been afraid of this so long It's a relief when it goes wrong 'Cause I'm here now, and asking Melt me down, recast me burn me clean Like glass from sandy ground 'Cause I'm here now, and asking Melt me down, recast me burn me clean Like glass from sandy ground They say there's good grief But how can you tell it from the bad? Maybe it's only in the fact Good grief's the one that's in your past