Tragedy of the Commons
I have a running lapse in judgment
Running laps back to the start
I think I'll change what your message meant
I think I'm really smart
I differentiate this present
'Til it's versions of the past
I see the phrases like they're
Colors or passing phases going fast
It's a tragedy of the commons
I come down
Call you up on a Thursday
Laying outside on the ground
Divine adversary
I claim moments and claim the crown
Fatal everything
Every time you're not around
When I regress to helplessness
You redress the wounds
I rearrange my sentences
So they don't make sense to you
Then I address a letter
Say I'll mail it, I never do
One day I'll be a sender
And I won't think it through
It's a tragedy of the commons
I come down
Call you up on a Thursday
Laying outside on the ground
Divine adversary
I claim moments and claim the crown
Fatal everything
Every time you're not around
You're a beacon, you're a blade
Unwashed of its wrongdoings
Take a look at this bed that I've made
Here's the way that I think through things
Like the moon, I wax and wane
And now I've become new
I try to guess the part you're praying
I would play all day for you
It's a tragedy of the commons
I calm down
Call you up on a Thursday
Laying outside on the ground
Divine adversary
I claim moments and claim the crown
Fatal everything
Every time you're not around
(You're not around)
(When you're not around)
Running laps back to the start
I think I'll change what your message meant
I think I'm really smart
I differentiate this present
'Til it's versions of the past
I see the phrases like they're
Colors or passing phases going fast
It's a tragedy of the commons
I come down
Call you up on a Thursday
Laying outside on the ground
Divine adversary
I claim moments and claim the crown
Fatal everything
Every time you're not around
When I regress to helplessness
You redress the wounds
I rearrange my sentences
So they don't make sense to you
Then I address a letter
Say I'll mail it, I never do
One day I'll be a sender
And I won't think it through
It's a tragedy of the commons
I come down
Call you up on a Thursday
Laying outside on the ground
Divine adversary
I claim moments and claim the crown
Fatal everything
Every time you're not around
You're a beacon, you're a blade
Unwashed of its wrongdoings
Take a look at this bed that I've made
Here's the way that I think through things
Like the moon, I wax and wane
And now I've become new
I try to guess the part you're praying
I would play all day for you
It's a tragedy of the commons
I calm down
Call you up on a Thursday
Laying outside on the ground
Divine adversary
I claim moments and claim the crown
Fatal everything
Every time you're not around
(You're not around)
(When you're not around)
Credits
Writer(s): Kate Buskirk
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