I can’t really sing,
I wish I could paint.
Paint a pretty picture
But all I can do is write.
Write to tell you this is not okay.
Can you handle me when I’m broken?
Will you accept me in pieces?
Shreds of who I was are all that’s left.
Pick me up and make me whole.
Use that superglue that is your voice,
Weld me close with false promises.
Make sure I never discover the lies.
Pick up the pieces and stick them together
A cracked jigsaw is better than the mess
On the floor
It's all on the floor
Perfection is what you wished to see.
It’s what I wish to be, but I’m flawed.
I’ve held it together all this time
So that you can go about living
The lie that you always wanted.
Do you actually want the real me?
The one that doesn’t live up to your expectations?
The one that finally mustered up the courage to say no?
Flatter me by telling me you’ll be there for me,
Treat me like the child you wish I were,
The brainless fool who believed.
What now, that I’ve discovered your lies?
Pick up the pieces and stick them together
A cracked jigsaw is better than the mess
On the floor
It's all on the floor.
