Tourist

VERSE 1 - MARLA:
(lounging vocals, like smoke rings)
I've got cancer on Tuesdays
Blood parasites at ten
Thursday nights I'm dying slowly
Friday morning, dead again
What's your tragedy, stranger?
Mine's that I'm still here
Shopping for disasters
In the terminal disease clearance tier
PRE-CHORUS:
(building slightly, more bite)
They cry, I smoke
They share, I take
They hope for miracles
I hope I never wake
CHORUS:
(the hook - cynical but strangely beautiful)
I'm a tourist, just here for the view
Watching you pretend to die
While I'm dying too
I'm a tourist, in your support group zoo
Feeding off your tragedy
'Cause it's something to do
When you can't sleep
When you can't eat
When you can't feel anything
That's when you're free
I'm a tourist, I'm a tourist
VERSE 2:
(darker, more revealing)
Haven't slept since last September
Not the insomnia you fake
I'm the real deal, baby
So authentically awake
That death looks like a long vacation
Life's the terminal disease
You're all so scared of dying
While I'm begging on my knees
For release
PRE-CHORUS 2:
(almost seductive)
You pray, I steal
Your pain's my meal
You want to be saved
I just want to feel
CHORUS:
(with more venom)
I'm a tourist, just here for the view
Watching you pretend to die
While I'm dying too
I'm a tourist, in your support group zoo
Feeding off your tragedy
'Cause it's something to do
When you can't sleep
When you can't weep
When you can't feel anything
That's when you're free
I'm a tourist, I'm a tourist
BRIDGE:
(stripped down, just bass and voice, confessional)
The tragedy is not that I might die
The tragedy is that I might not
Stuck between the building and the sky
Taking tours of pain until I rot
You think I'm the faker here?
Look around this crying room
We're all tourists, dear
Just visiting our tomb
FINAL CHORUS:
(full production, defiant)
We're all tourists, just here for the view
Watching each other die
With nothing else to do
We're all tourists, in this human zoo
Feeding off the tragedy
It's all we know how to do
When you can't sleep
(backing vocals: tourist, tourist)
When you can't eat
(backing vocals: tourist, tourist)
When you can't feel anything
That's when you're free
I'm a tourist...
Just a tourist...
OUTRO:
(fading, spoken over the music dying out)
Got a cigarette?
...Didn't think so.

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VERSE 1 - MARLA: (lounging vocals, like smoke rings) I've got cancer on Tuesdays Blood parasites at ten Thursday nights I'm dying slowly Friday morning, dead again What's your tragedy, stranger? Mine's that I'm still here Shopping for disasters In the terminal disease clearance tier PRE-CHORUS: (building slightly, more bite) They cry, I smoke They share, I take They hope for miracles I hope I never wake CHORUS: (the hook - cynical but strangely beautiful) I'm a tourist, just here for the view Watching you pretend to die While I'm dying too I'm a tourist, in your support group zoo Feeding off your tragedy 'Cause it's something to do When you can't sleep When you can't eat When you can't feel anything That's when you're free I'm a tourist, I'm a tourist VERSE 2: (darker, more revealing) Haven't slept since last September Not the insomnia you fake I'm the real deal, baby So authentically awake That death looks like a long vacation Life's the terminal disease You're all so scared of dying While I'm begging on my knees For release PRE-CHORUS 2: (almost seductive) You pray, I steal Your pain's my meal You want to be saved I just want to feel CHORUS: (with more venom) I'm a tourist, just here for the view Watching you pretend to die While I'm dying too I'm a tourist, in your support group zoo Feeding off your tragedy 'Cause it's something to do When you can't sleep When you can't weep When you can't feel anything That's when you're free I'm a tourist, I'm a tourist BRIDGE: (stripped down, just bass and voice, confessional) The tragedy is not that I might die The tragedy is that I might not Stuck between the building and the sky Taking tours of pain until I rot You think I'm the faker here? Look around this crying room We're all tourists, dear Just visiting our tomb FINAL CHORUS: (full production, defiant) We're all tourists, just here for the view Watching each other die With nothing else to do We're all tourists, in this human zoo Feeding off the tragedy It's all we know how to do When you can't sleep (backing vocals: tourist, tourist) When you can't eat (backing vocals: tourist, tourist) When you can't feel anything That's when you're free I'm a tourist... Just a tourist... OUTRO: (fading, spoken over the music dying out) Got a cigarette? ...Didn't think so.

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