Pick Up The Pieces

Too many sorries went around

And he became a familiar sound

Got so tired of the melody

Melodies were meant to be free

You got me pickin' up all my pieces

Put 'em back in my pocket in case I need them

Hoping it's not, if but when

Hoping it's not so much later but so soon, ooh

When we last talked, we didn't expect a thing

Couldn't believe but your love did sting

If I found myself walking backwards into you

Would you spill out all your memories too?

We're pickin' up all our pieces

Put 'em back in our pockets and just leave them

Hoping it's not, if but when

Hoping the same old melody will feel new, ooh