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 About things we should've said What's the word for that? 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? Ooh-ooh It's not fair For when the sick becomes the nurse We never rehearsed for that And there's no man That could love you the way I can And when I'm stood up on that bridge And the voices compel me Even though I don't want to 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? Ooh-ooh Why don't we make something up? Why don't we make something up? Why don't we make something up? Ooh-ooh-ooh