I Know

Falling to pieces
It’s what we do best
We tear ourselves to bits
And then we clear up the mess
Oh, why
Why?
We make our music
Always off key
It’s twisted and it’s wrong
Some kind of drunk symphony
Oh, why
Why?
Crawl from the wreckage
Like meat on a hook
It’s not criticize,
I don’t know which way to look
Oh, why
Why?