I've Got It All (most)

I've got it all most

I've got it all almost all figured out

But always when I get there

Always when I get there

All the pieces they just fall apart

I can't hear you, I can't hear you talk

About your dreams involving me

I don't believe, I don't

That they are any sort of prophecy at all

What a shock it's Mr. Sweet and Awful

Don't look so pissed off

We all lose the part occasionally

How consistent, how can someone

So consistently mess up as much as every instance?

How can someone inconsistent mess up so consistently?

What a shock it's Mr. Sweet and Awful

Tell your Gods I want to speak to their fathers

Look right now I'm standing on my fortune

I've got it all, steal it from the lost and found