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?