I desire to tumble 

I walk through the garden 

I don't speak well i mumble 

To life's little tragedy 

If you touch me i crumble 

This song's from the wishing you well 

Not a boob or a bungle 

Just another butt to sniff 

Half our lives surmise 

For only you to decipher 

Our reasons are quite tame 

One by one we die 

And our secrets die within us 

There's no one left to blame 

(shame on me, shame on you) 

Scratchy cheeks and an earring 

I scurry to find the camera 

He's not angry he's seething 

My pictures always turn out wrong 

He's not crying he's teething 

The pains of growing are going fine 

There's some spit on the ceiling 

Pretty soon it's going to drop 

In the bed you lay 

Praying for sleep and it never comes 

It never works that way 

All the rest is done 

All you really can do is just sit up 

And start a brand new day 

(shame on me, shame on you)