Make Something Up

Well, it's not fair

When a car becomes a hearse

We never rehearsed for that

We don't care

As long as we're not going first

We never rehearsed for that

When we obsess

Lying in our bed

'Bout things we should have said

What's the word for that?

And when one caress says everything

What's the word for that?

Why don't we make something up?

Why don't we make something up?

Why don't we make something up?

Well, there's no plan

For when the sick becomes the nurse

We never rehearsed for that

And there's no man

Who'd love you the way I can

The universe knows that

And when I'm stood up on that bridge

And the voices compel me

Even though I don't wanna die

What's the word for that?

Why don't we make something up?

Why don't we make something up?

Why don't we make something up?

Why don't we make something up?

Why don't we make something up?

Why don't we make something up?