These Things Happen

My last time on an airplane

I sat beside a famous woman

You may have seen her doing a cold plunge

I know she once slept with

A friend of mine, he didn't like it

I went out to dinner with them once

And it gets cold in April

Rent is always rising

There's a kid in Tulsa

Who needs something to say

A bitter golden apple

It shouldn't be surprising

It's a fact of life in this kind of place

These things happen

These things happen

And the friend of mine, no longer with us

His whole life fit in one dumpster

I saw them throwing all his stuff away

And the famous woman intimated

That he was kind of asking for it

But no one really wants to die that way

And it gets cold in April

But we'll just keep on singing

There's a girl in Dallas

Dreaming about fame

A bitter golden apple

What all were you thinking

It's a fact of life in this kind of place

That these things happen

And sometimes they don't have your name on the guest list at the door

And sometimes you don't pick up a phone call and they don't call anymore

These things happen