Little Tragedies - Hawksley Workman

You bought a gun.

'cause you thought I wouldn’t listen

To your mouth full of nails shining like the afternoon

With a face that would topple tidal waves

And takes the time away

And every pilot learns to fly to steal the blue with pirates eyes

Whaa

I better be careful that I don’t, I better be careful that I don’t, I

Better be careful that I don’t slip into one more of you little

Tragedies

You took off your clothes, to remind me of the ocean

Then set fire to your hair, and went dancing like a daisy

Sha la la la.

And broken bodies bait, it leaves less aftertaste

And early warning weather flies.

With rusty comets seen by

Naked eyes

I better be careful that i don’t, I better be careful that I don’t, I

Better be careful that i don’t slip into one more of your little

Tragedies

'Cause that would be no (no) good for me right now

That would be no good for me

That would be no (no) good for me right now

That would be no good for me

And this one gives you super strenght

And a yaaaaa whoo

I better be careful that I don’t, I better be careful that I don’t, I

Better be careful that I don’t slip into one more of your little

Tragedies

Whooo-ooo

I better be careful that I don’t, I better be careful that I don’t, I

Better be careful that I don’t slip into one more of your little

Tragedies