Falling Bridges

I find myself thinking a lot about the past
'Bout the friends I used to have, all the good times, all the laughs
'Bout the time when I didn't know what was coming
And I lived every day like it was nothing

There's no reason why they have to stay as memories
But I do nothing as I watch the rust spread like disease
Is it too late to act upon this mess I've made?
The red man on my shoulder tells me it is so I can procrastinate

Every minute of every hour of every day
There's a screw, a bolt supporting your bridge that's starting to decay

And the bridges
Just keep on falling
And who do we have to blame?
'Cause I see no one wielding a flame

Is all of this really to blame on me?
I mean no one told me I had to put some effort in
And since when did the days start going by so fast?
I can't keep up with all these bridges that don't seem to last

Does anyone know where I can generate some gigawatts?
Or maybe find myself a little big police box?
Then maybe I can keep on top of everything
But until then, I'll blame it all on next to nothing