I really need to talk with you 
I keep stepping on the vein 
That keeps my lifeline flowing [bad word] 
I wanna be your perfect stick of glue 
But I don’t feel perfect at all 
Sad and insecure flaw 

I find it hard hold conversations
I get sweaty sick and I wanna walk away 
No, Its not you strictly me in this situation 
I’m wondering will it ever go away…just go away 

sometimes I feel like weeping 
awake and when I’m sleeping 
perfecting how to put a game face on 

this puzzle I’ve been keeping 
has been in hiding creeping out the closet door 
spilling out onto the floor 

How long will I be picking up pieces 
How long will I be picking up my heart 

I’ll be as honest as I feel 
I’m getting more paranoid and I’m hearing things 
And they never turn out real 
It feels like my heart is made of pure steel 
It’s just so heavy all the time 

Yea I’m scared of death 
And I’m scared of living 
I gave up on the past cause it’s unforgiving 
I misplaced my [bad word] 

I watched my word begin [bad word] 
I’m a balloon about to bust 
I need a place for reliving 

But sometimes I feel like weeping 
awake and when I’m sleeping 
perfecting how to put a game face on 

this puzzle I’ve been keeping 
has been in hiding creeping out the closet door 
spilling out onto the floor 

How long will I be picking up pieces 
How long will I be picking up my heart 

How long (in another space and time) 
Will I be picking up pieces in the corner of my mind 
How long (its getting oh so hard to find) 
Keep picking up pieces in the corner of my mind 
But I still walk on