Lyrics 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 its mr. sweet and awful
Don't look so pissed off we all lose the part occasionally

How consistant
How can someone so consistantly mess up as much as
Every instance
How can someone inconsistant mess up so consistantly

What a shock its 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