Pieces

And it all winds up

Getting tired of the same thing

We sit in need of a change

The face on my head

The hair on my hands is getting thicker

So I suggest we go to bed

And sleep until we forget

Until we can't ignore

What's gone on

And what I've done so far isn't any better

So I might change my dress

And you might feel the same

Cause there's pieces of me that won't do a thing

And you can't measure it all

Cause the smallest things are infinitely larger than

you think

The whole things on the brink of nothing at all

It just doesn't work

So I might change my dress

And you might feel the same

Cause there's pieces of me that won't do a thing

And my mouth changes size

With the size of the part that's my confidence

And they're beginning to fuse, reversing the poles

So I won't hear a word of your language

So I might change my dress

And you might feel the same

And I might change my dress

And you might feel the same

Cause there's pieces of me that won't do a thing