The Optimist

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Last night I went to see a hypnotist
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Asked her to teach me not to dream
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I've got too much I think about
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An overdrawn account of people I've been too afraid to need
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She said: I'm no history revisionist
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And there's some things I can't undo
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You've got a tiny splinter on the tip of your finger
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It demands all the attention in the room

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I wish I could sleep on planes
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And that my father would really love me
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He'd show up on my wedding day
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And tell my family they're all so lucky
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He'd tell me how he wish he'd stayed
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And that he never meant to disappoint me
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But till then I'll exist as the optimist

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I was an emotional architect
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Who knew your dimensions more than you
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I learned which way you turned your back
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To let go of eye contact
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And which bottles made you feel most immune

Fm              Cm
I wish I could sleep on planes
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And that my father would really love me
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I wouldn't have to feel such shame
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Around how often and how deep it cuts me
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He'd call me almost every day
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How's the weather? Are you eating, honey?
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But till then I'll exist as the optimist

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I know a dirty little magic trick
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To disappear and disconnect
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Maybe I learned it from the best
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Thank you, I guess
             Cm
Yeah, if you saw it I bet I'd earn your respect

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I wish I could sleep on planes
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And that my father would really love me
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It wouldn't take his dying day
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Some sort of signature that he needs from me
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My door is open just in case
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You don't even have to say you're sorry
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I already forgive you for all of it
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But it's hard to exist as the optimist

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