Intro
G#
[Chorus]
C# Fm G# C#
They say there’s good grief But how can you tell it from the bad?
C# Fm G# Cm C#
Maybe it’s only in the fact, good grief’s the one that’s in your past
[Verse 1]
C# Fm
I got snow in my pockets Went down again head first
G# C#
Laced drill bits to my pointe shoes Pirouette through the hardwood to pay-dirt
C# Fm G#
Night falls, day breaks; time Has a funny kind of violence and I’m
Cm C#
Tryna keep in mind It can’t leave you the way it finds you
C# Fm G#
Good grief: I’ve heard people say it What a phrase, what a state to be in
C C#
But I don’t know where they go to get get that feeling Good grief
C# Fm G# Cm C#
And my knees stay clean, not much for praying I do my own stunts and my own saving
C#
But there’s something amiss something I been missing maybe, maybe
[Chorus]
C# Fm G# C#
They say there’s good grief But how can you tell it from the bad?
C# Fm G# Cm C#
Maybe it’s only in the fact, good grief’s the one that’s in your past
C# Fm G# C#
They say there’s good grief But how can you tell it from the bad?
C# Fm G# Cm C#
Maybe it’s only in the fact, good grief’s the one that’s in your past
[Verse 2]
C# Fm
This time my best wasn’t good enough, well, fuck, usually it is
G# C#
And the air got a little rough, took out the fuselage, the engine, and both wings
C# Fm G#
But I’m willing to work for this, just show me where to dig
Cm C#
And I’m ready to hurt for this, I know exactly what this is—Good grief
[Bridge]
Fm D#sus C#5
I want that good grief, the one that heals me, that leaves me clarified by fire when I’m burned clean
Fm D#sus C#5
Tempered by light and heat, ah, by the dead of morning I’ll be better for it and then fortified I’ll rise
Fm D#sus
Bust the hydrant, let it spray champagne, wings are broken but I feel no pain
C#5
It’s real today, I know this feeling, let it rain
[Chorus]
C# Fm G# C#
They say there’s good grief But how can you tell it from the bad?
C# Fm G# Cm C#
Maybe it’s only in the fact, good grief’s the one that’s in your past
C# Fm G# C#
They say there’s good grief But how can you tell it from the bad?
C# Fm G# Cm C#
Maybe it’s only in the fact, good grief’s the one that’s in your past
[Bridge 2]
C#5 D#sus
And secrets don’t like to be kept, all mine jumped over the fence
Fm Cm/F Cm/F A#m Fm
I guess I should be upset, but I’m in my nightgown on the lawn, thinking, better that they’re gone
Fm D#sus Cm C#
I’ve been afraid of this so long, it’s a relief when it goes wrong
[Instrumental]
C#
C# G# Fm Cm C#
'Cause I’m here now, and asking - melt me down, recast me burn me clean
G# Fm
Like glass from sandy ground
C# G# Fm Cm C#
'Cause I’m here now, and asking - melt me down, recast me burn me clean
G# Fm
Like glass from sandy ground
[Chorus]
C# Fm G# C#
They say there’s good grief - But how can you tell it from the bad?
C# Fm G# Fm G# Cm C#
Maybe it’s only in the fact, good grief’s the one that’s in, the one that’s in your past
C# Fm G# C#
They say there’s good grief - But how can you tell it from the bad?
C# Fm G# Fm G# Cm C#
Maybe it’s only in the fact, good grief’s the one that’s in, the one that’s in your past
C# Fm G# C#
They say there’s good grief - But how can you tell it from the bad?
C# Fm G# Fm G# Cm C#
Maybe it’s only in the fact, good grief’s the one that’s in, the one that’s in your past