Charlie Black

I’m pretty good at feeling sorry for myself
Making up fake lives, but nothing, like, tangible
Daydreaming while watching the TV
Intricate combos by myself to fall asleep
But alas, none of them come true
No car accidents, plane crashing
No six o’clock news
Just me and my too-far-away TV
«Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Bob, can you hear me?
Sorry, but it looks like we lost reception.»
Whoa, tragedy’s got my heart a-beating
Whoa, rethinking all my days
Whoa, tragedy’s got my heart a-screaming
Take them away, oh, just take them away today
Wait a minute, 'cause I’ve been living
More like a fucking king without you
And I’ve been spending all your past killings
On a bunch of shit that I won’t use
Whoa, tragedy’s got my heart a-beating
Whoa, rethinking all my days
Whoa, tragedy’s got my heart a-screaming
Take them away, oh, just take them away today
Whoa, tragedy’s got my heart a-beating
Whoa, rethinking all my days
Whoa, tragedy’s got my heart a-screaming
Take them away, oh, just take them away today