life's little tragedy

i desire to tumble

i walk through the garden

i don't speak well i mumble

to life's little tragedy

if you touch me i crumble

this song's from the wishing you well

not a boob or a bungle

just another butt to sniff

half our lives surmise

for only you to decipher

our reasons are quite tame

one by one we die

and our secrets die within us

there's no one left to blame

(shame on me, shame on you)

scratchy cheeks and an earring

i scurry to find the camera

he's not angry he's seething

my pictures always turn out wrong

he's not crying he's teething

the pains of growing are going fine

there's some spit on the ceiling

pretty soon it's going to drop

in the bed you lay

praying for sleep and it never comes

it never works that way

all the rest is done

all you really can do is just sit up

and start a brand new day

(shame on me, shame on you)