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 [A7to [C7]deciρher
Our ɾeasons are quite tame
One by one we die
And our secrets die within us
There's no one left to [C7]blame

(shame on [C7]me, shame on [C7]you)
Scratchy cheeks and [Bm]an earring
I scurry to [C7]find the camera
He's not angry he's seething
My pictures always turn out wrong [Am]
He's not crying he's teething
The pains of growing are going fine
There's some spit on [C7]the ceiling
Pretty soon [C7]it's going to [C7]drop
In the bed you [A7lay
Praying for [Dm7]sleep and [Bm]it never comes
It never works that way
All the ɾest is done
All you [A7ɾeally can do is just sit up
And start a brand [Bm]new day
(shame on [C7]me, shame on [C7]you)