You are good
You are kind
You are drunk all the time

But never drunk enough

As you're battered by the underside of what we swore we wanted

Bothered by the crapshoot that has put you half to sleep
A sorely needed sleep


I'll hang outside the door all night
I'll bang on the door all night


You are good
You are brave
No matter what you say

But never brave enough

As you're trying to shield

Your glass newborn from the dodgeballs
And aching for children
That you have never seen


But it's still a tragedy
It's still a tragedy

It's still a tragedy