"Picking Up The Pieces" lyrics
I'm hearing pure lies straight to my face
And watching brake lights dance in the rain out my windows
I wonder if the world knows that everything is fucked and so it's pouring down again
And so I'm online 'cause it helps me forget
I just only think I'm pretty on the internet
And I know that that ain't real, but I'll take what I can get, oh
So I'll just get wrecked, I can't sleep when I'm sober
He sends you a text saying, "Won't you come over?"
I'm none the wiser whilst he gets to know ya
Over and over again
I'm picking up the pieces
While you do whatever he says
Did you tell him how you find it, tell him how you like it, tell him how you need it?
I'm picking up the pieces
While you do whatever he says
Did you tell him how you find it, tell him how you like it, tell him how you need it?
It's like a bomb site when I'm raising my head
I'm on the wrong side of a burning bed
Could be worse, though, I'm not the first, though
To think that I'd be wrong to think that I'd be better dead
And so I'll tear off all the bits I detest
I just only think I'm pretty when there's none of me left
Oh, that infatuation for the plastification
God, I hope I'm next
So I'll just get wrecked, I can't sleep when I'm sober
He sends you a text saying, "Won't you come over?"
I'm none the wiser whilst he gets to know ya
Over and over and over and over again
I'm picking up the pieces
While you do whatever he says
Did you tell him how you find it, tell him how you like it, tell him how you need it?
I'm picking up the pieces
While you do whatever he says
Did you tell him how you find it, tell him how you like it, tell him how you need it?
So you'll blame it on a star sign
Because you read another headline
That says, "Relationships are constellationships and ours don't align"
You'll tell me Mercury's in retrograde
Oh, what a stupid thing to say
I hate to break the news, the way a planet moves, it's no excuse for the way you behave
It's no excuse for the way you behave
For the way, oh, the way, oh, the way you behave
I'm picking up the pieces
While you do whatever he says
Did you tell him how you find it, tell him how you like it, tell him how you need it?
I'm picking up the pieces
While you do whatever he says
Did you tell him how you find it, tell him how you like it, tell him how you need it?
And watching brake lights dance in the rain out my windows
I wonder if the world knows that everything is fucked and so it's pouring down again
And so I'm online 'cause it helps me forget
I just only think I'm pretty on the internet
And I know that that ain't real, but I'll take what I can get, oh
So I'll just get wrecked, I can't sleep when I'm sober
He sends you a text saying, "Won't you come over?"
I'm none the wiser whilst he gets to know ya
Over and over again
I'm picking up the pieces
While you do whatever he says
Did you tell him how you find it, tell him how you like it, tell him how you need it?
I'm picking up the pieces
While you do whatever he says
Did you tell him how you find it, tell him how you like it, tell him how you need it?
It's like a bomb site when I'm raising my head
I'm on the wrong side of a burning bed
Could be worse, though, I'm not the first, though
To think that I'd be wrong to think that I'd be better dead
And so I'll tear off all the bits I detest
I just only think I'm pretty when there's none of me left
Oh, that infatuation for the plastification
God, I hope I'm next
So I'll just get wrecked, I can't sleep when I'm sober
He sends you a text saying, "Won't you come over?"
I'm none the wiser whilst he gets to know ya
Over and over and over and over again
I'm picking up the pieces
While you do whatever he says
Did you tell him how you find it, tell him how you like it, tell him how you need it?
I'm picking up the pieces
While you do whatever he says
Did you tell him how you find it, tell him how you like it, tell him how you need it?
So you'll blame it on a star sign
Because you read another headline
That says, "Relationships are constellationships and ours don't align"
You'll tell me Mercury's in retrograde
Oh, what a stupid thing to say
I hate to break the news, the way a planet moves, it's no excuse for the way you behave
It's no excuse for the way you behave
For the way, oh, the way, oh, the way you behave
I'm picking up the pieces
While you do whatever he says
Did you tell him how you find it, tell him how you like it, tell him how you need it?
I'm picking up the pieces
While you do whatever he says
Did you tell him how you find it, tell him how you like it, tell him how you need it?
Writer(s): James Boyle, Dexter Baker
