"These Things Happen" lyrics

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
These things happen
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
These things happen
These things happen
These things happen