Everything Falls Apart

Don't look now

Things just got worse

I'm drunk again

I swear this crescent

Is just a curse

I got here

By killing off all my friends

I think I figured it out

My life begins when the fun ends

I got my wings

I'm free to go as I please

Yeah, I got my wings

Now nothing really pleases me

Till everything falls apart

Then I get to try to put it back together, yeah

It falls apart

And you can count on that

You can count on bad, bad weather again

Was it good?

I don't remember much about it

When things start to feel right

You can count on me to start to doubt it

And the Devil's not in the details

No, the Devil is in my pants

And it's shoot first, apologize later

Another quick end to a short shod romance

Well, I got what I wanted

Now I don't want anything

Yeah, I got what I wanted

Now my life is just boring

Till everything falls apart

Then I get to try to put it back together, yeah

It falls apart

And you can count on that

You can count on bad  weather this year

I met God this afternoon

Riding on an uptown train

I said, "Don't you have have better things to do?"

He said, "If I do my job, what would you complain about?

So I let it go to Hell

Now I'll have something to do"

He said, "I let it go to Hell

Does that sound familiar to you?"

Well, everything falls apart

Then I get to try to put it back together, yeah

It falls apart

And you can count on that

You can count on bad, bad weather

Well, everything that falls apart

Baby, sooner or later, gonna come back together

But everything that come together, hey

Sooner or later, gonna fall apart

And you can call it anything you want

They're gonna take it all away from you

You're gonna wake up, wake up, wake up

Scarecrow and find yourself lost again