Tragic

Why am I always the last one at the party? I’m the last one standing but hardly. I’m a little dishevelled but I’m still dressed smartly first one in, last one out I should’ve packed in like a sardine but it’s after afters the birds are tweeting, climbing over bodies that look corpses but they’re sleeping, catch a glimpse of the mirror of this shadow demon but I think I’m the one who’s lost if we’re competing.

I swear it’s tragic man it’s fucking tragic, I swear it’s tragic man it’s fucking tragic, I swear it’s tragic man it’s fucking tragic, I swear it’s tragic man it’s fucking tragic.

And it’s just how I feel. I might be down but I’m still around and I need to heal, it’s going to swing like everything and it’s just how I feel I might be down but I’m still around and I need to heal. I need to heal.

Tragic

Front door slams behind me I can feel a breeze, charged right up like a couple of Duracell batteries, -4 a normal man might freeze but last night’s beer jacket’s still got a bit of life in its seams. Kind sir may I trouble you for some words from your mouth? Can you point me the direction of the nearest public house? Take a left, take a right, through the park it takes five, okay nice, my guy, got a light? High-five.

I swear it’s tragic man it’s fucking tragic, I swear it’s tragic man it’s fucking tragic, I swear it’s tragic man it’s fucking tragic, I swear it’s tragic man it’s fucking tragic.

And it’s just how I feel, I might be down but I’m still around and I need to heal, it’s going to swing like everything and it’s just how I feel I might be down but I’m still around and I need to heal. I need to heal.

Tragic

Morning, you serving yet? Yeah I’ll have a pint. Look across the bar there’s a bird with big brown eyes. 'Don’t I know you from somewhere?' Yeah well I’m in a band. 'No it’s not that actually you’re on Pubwatch, you’re banned.'

You feel crushed like what you’ve got in the packet, inhaling assets burn through cash like nitric acid, false endorphins to the brain is like viagra to the flaccid, sometimes aggression can be a gift to the passive. When you want something enough anger can make you active and the people you love can hand you safe passage, they can take you back to who you used to be, who they used to know, who you used to see. Who you used to be, Before you were a random in a kitchen at 5:30, who you used to be.

Sometimes the lonely road is the only way to go, the stars lead you home or at least your next boat. When it’s time to go, time to go, yeah you know, when it’s time to go. When it’s time to go yeah you know, yeah you know, when it’s time to go.

And it’s just how I feel, I might be down but I’m still around and I need to heal it’s going to swing like everything and it’s just how I feel I might be down but I’m still around and I need to heal I need to heal.

Tragic.