To life's little tragedy
Half our lives surmise
Praying for sleep and it never comes
For only you to decipher
It never works that way
There's some spit on the ceiling
One by one we die
Pretty soon it's going to drop
Our reasons are quite tame
It never works that way
In the bed you lay
All you can do is just sit up
My pictures always turn out wrong
I don't speak well I mumble
The pains of growing are going fine
Just another butt to sniff
This song's from the wishing you well
There's no one left to blame
Praying for sleep and it never comes
Shame on me, shame on you
And start a brand new day
He's not crying he's teething
Shame on me, shame on you
Shame on me, shame on you
In the bed you lay
Shame on me, shame on you
Shame on me, shame on you
And our secrets die within us
And start a brand new day
If you touch me I crumble
I scurry to find the camera
Scratchy cheeks and an earring
He's not angry he's seething
All the rest is done
Not a boob or a bungle
All the rest is done
All you really can do is just sit up
