I'm drunk and I swear this crescent, is just a curse
I got here by killing off all my friends
I think I figured 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, no nothing really pleases me 'till


everything falls apart
then I get to try to put it back together
yeah, it falls apart
you can count on that, count on that
now whether it can

wasn't 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 know, in the details
now the devil's in my hand, and it's
shoot first apologize later and
another quick end to a sure shots movement
I got what I wanted, now I don't want anything
yeah, I got what I wanted and now my life is just boring 'till

everything falls apart
then I get to try to put it back together
yeah, it falls apart
you can count on that, count on that
now whether it can

I met god this afternoon, riding on an uptown train
I said, "don't you 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 have something to do
I said, "I let it go to hell," does that sound familiar to you?

everything falls apart
then I get to try to put it back together
yeah, it falls apart
you can count on that, count on that
now whether it can

well everything falls apart
sooner or later it's gonna come back together
well everything that comes together
sooner or later it's gonna fall apart
pull it all away from you
you're gonna wake up wake
and find a new you

Writer : STUART, PETER F
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing