Tragedies

You don’t see everything
I just don’t need more tragedies
And it’s gonna knock me out
When you’ll leave with a half-red knife
But I’m still gonna tell you everything’s gonna be okay

With everything I know
I’m not you
I left my grave with a banner tied around my noose

I can’t get out of my head
Fuck you
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do

Well you couldn’t just let me out
With dirt splashed all over my thighs
You can’t know if I’m good enough for me

You don’t see everything
I just don’t need more tragedies
And it’s gonna knock me out
When you’ll leave with a half-red knife
But I’m still gonna tell you everything’s gonna be okay

And nothing’s gonna change
Out of the blue
We’re alive like we’ve been dead for a thousand years

Maybe we won’t see the revolution
But I always knew
That we’re gonna be a thorn of this blooming rose

And I wouldn’t just let me out
While being this quantitiy unkown
And I’ll never know if I’m good enough for me

You don’t see everything
I just don’t need more tragedies
And it’s gonna knock me out
When you’ll leave with a half-red knife
But I’m still gonna tell you everything’s gonna be okay
And it’s gonna knock me out
When you’ll leave with a half-red knife
But I’m still gonna tell you everything’s gonna be okay