Baby you don’t even know I’m falling apart
In your fun and games, You’ve stolen my heart.

If you don’t have a goal and don’t know where you want to be and when you want be there. You are just drifting around. (You’ll never get anywhere)

Things that came apart could be put together again, but never exactly the same.

Sometimes when things are falling apart they may actually be falling into place.

What do we do after things fall apart? Do we run to the familiar once again? Do we attempt to numb the pain with distractions? What do we do after things fall apart?

I was like a clock that had exploded- my springs were hanging out, my hands were cockeyed, and my numbers were falling off.