Anything Can Happen
Movement always comes in threes
Birth is beautiful, yeah, peaches and cream
Middle is a razor-line dance at school
Try to keep your balance, not look like a fool
Last things last, you find a way to fuck it up
Try to monetize it and you're shit out of luck
Here's a little P.S. I'll let you in on a secret
There's no heaven and there never was
Oh Lord, why do we always turn things we love into cures
When anything could happen, anything could happen
Lord, why do we always have to be so sure
When anything could happen, anything could happen
Anything could happen, anything could happen, okay
Smashed all of that glass you adore
Try to pick the pieces up from the floor
Glue them together, good as new
Cracks in the glass you can still see through
Last things last, you're still getting smashed
Old man back from the couches you crashed
Here's a little P.S. I'll let you in like a flirt
Every single one of us ends up in the dirt
Oh Lord, why do we always turn things we love into cures
When anything could happen, anything could happen
Lord, why do we always have to be so sure
When anything could happen, anything could happen
Anything could happen, anything could happen, okay
Birth is beautiful, yeah, peaches and cream
Middle is a razor-line dance at school
Try to keep your balance, not look like a fool
Last things last, you find a way to fuck it up
Try to monetize it and you're shit out of luck
Here's a little P.S. I'll let you in on a secret
There's no heaven and there never was
Oh Lord, why do we always turn things we love into cures
When anything could happen, anything could happen
Lord, why do we always have to be so sure
When anything could happen, anything could happen
Anything could happen, anything could happen, okay
Smashed all of that glass you adore
Try to pick the pieces up from the floor
Glue them together, good as new
Cracks in the glass you can still see through
Last things last, you're still getting smashed
Old man back from the couches you crashed
Here's a little P.S. I'll let you in like a flirt
Every single one of us ends up in the dirt
Oh Lord, why do we always turn things we love into cures
When anything could happen, anything could happen
Lord, why do we always have to be so sure
When anything could happen, anything could happen
Anything could happen, anything could happen, okay
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Writer(s): Benjamin Feiner
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