Ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah

Ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah

I haven't been around in a while, but I don't care

I ain't got no style, when I step outside I ain't getting' air

I'm smokin' one or two things

and if I wanna, damn right I'll have a couple drinks

And you can say what you want

But my life is pretty fuckin' fun

I'm getting tired of faking, like it matters to me at all

And I've been doing the same thing wondering when you're gonna call

But you never do, and it makes it easier for me

To forget the perfect tragedy that we could be

Tragedy, yeah, yeah, yeah

Tragedy, yeah, yeah, yeah

Tragedy, yeah, yeah, yeah

Tragedy, yeah, yeah, yeah

I met a new friend yesterday, but I can't remember his name

He didn't say much to me, but I liked him right away

and I've been trying to find him, but I don't know where he'd go

Should have gotten to know him, then maybe he would show

I'm getting tired of faking, like it matters to me at all

And I've been doing the same thing wondering when you're gonna call

But you never do, and it makes it easier for me

To forget the perfect tragedy that we could be

Tragedy, yeah, yeah, yeah

Tragedy, yeah, yeah, yeah

Tragedy, yeah, yeah, yeah

Tragedy, yeah, yeah, yeah