I'm done with your bittersweet, bittersweet tragedy It's no fun, when I'm sitting all alone You're right in front of me It's no fun when I'm sitting all alone Melting through the cracks in my hands I guess I held on for too long And I'm done with your

It's getting old The bad news Why turn on my TV When it's only tragedy Why turn on my radio When the headlines hurt you know We are all immigrants Sorry for the bad news It's always an issue

It's tragedy It's hard to bear When the morning cries and you don't know why When the feeling's gone and you can't go on You're goin' nowhere When you lose control and you got no soul With no one to love you, you're goin' nowhere I really should be

La la la la la la love And I won't be made a fool of Don't call this love La la la love If you could envision The meaning of a tragedy, ooh You might be surprised to hear it's you and me When it comes down to it You never made the most of it, ooh

He's not afraid of your judgment He's a little bit afraid of dyin' But he's a lot more afraid of your lyin' We've got nothing to fear but fear itself Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy? Not the faulty units in this mad machinery? Not the broken