make up

so i was born, when did i die
and must i quit before i try
there is no script behind this show
i make it all up as i go

the first act ended all confused
the second act makes me feel used
the third act i don't even know
i make it all up as i go

i wear my suit of suction cup
to lie down on the ceiling up
the better to hear the upstairs banjo
i make it all up as i go

when i forget where all i've been
i write my start all over again
so i'm not such a sad zero
i make it all up as i go