Little Tragedies - Hawksley Workman
you bought a gun
because you thought i wouldn't listen
to your mouth full of nails
shining like some afternoon
with a face that would topple tidal waves
and take the time away
every pilot learns to fly
to see the blue with pirate's eyes
i better be careful that i don't
slip in to one more of your little tragedies
you took off your clothes
to remind me of the ocean
set fire to your hair
and went dancing like a daisy
broken bodies bait
it leaves less after taste
early warning weather flies
with rusty comets seen by naked eyes
CHORUS
that would be no good for me right now
and this one gives you super strength