"Pieces Of You" lyrics

When I'm mad at the world
When I'm running away
It reminds me of you
And all things that I hate
You loved tearing me down
Digging up all my pain
So all these memories of you
Get their own little graves

I never celebrate a funeral
But me and karma got an understanding
What's the point in something beautiful
When we destroy ourselves and call it happy?

So it's flowers and gin
A toast to all of your sins
'Cause hell is better than this
Hell is better than this

When I'm mad at the world
When I'm running away
It reminds me of you
And all things that I hate
You love tearing me down
Digging up all my pain
So all these memories of you
Get their own little graves

Yeah, yeah
Bury these pieces of you

You fantasize about the agony
And all the wicked ways you hold me under
But I ain't livin' in your fantasy
A cemetery where we live like vultures

So it's flowers and gin
A toast to all of your sins
'Cause hell is better than this
Hell is better than this

When I'm mad at the world
When I'm running away
It reminds me of you
And all things that I hate
You love tearing me down
Digging up all my pain
So all these memories of you
Get their own little graves

Yeah, yeah
Bury these pieces of you
Yeah, yeah
Bury these pieces of you

So it's flowers and gin
A toast to all of your sins
'Cause hell is better than this
Hell is better than this

When I'm mad at the world
When I'm running away
It reminds me of you
And all things that I hate
You love tearing me down
Digging up all my pain
So all these memories of you
Get their own little graves

Bury these pieces of you
Bury these pieces of you
Bury these pieces of you
So all these memories of you
Get their own little graves