Pick Up The Pieces

Whoooooaah

Whoooooaah

Your mother saved you’re medals

She put them in a box in a room

Basket, base, and footballs

Plastic creatures from the county zoo

She thinks about you often

She has no idea you’re rotten

All the colors have run off and you have been exposed

Now let me do the talking

With a hymn and a secret hid beneath a broken heart

Can you start…to pick up the pieces

A hymn and a secret love

Beneath a bleacher

Wham, bam, fold the hand

Pick up the pieces

Whoooooaah

Whoooooaah

Blessed by your genetics

You possess a certain aesthetic charm

But something’s disconnected

And you’re quite capable of causing harm

Your malice is volcanic

Your insecurity titanic

Your mood is always manic and I do suppose

This masquerade’s become a habit

With a hymn and a secret hid beneath a broken heart

Can you start…to pick up the pieces

A hymn and a secret love beneath the bleacher

Wham, bam, fold the hand

Pick up the pieces

Whoooooaah

Whoooooaah

With a hymn and a secret hid beneath a broken heart

Can you start…to pick up the pieces

A hymn and a secret love beneath a bleacher

Wham, bam, fold the hand

Pick up the pieces

Pick up the pieces

Whoooooaah

Whoooooaah

Pick up the pieces

Whoooooaah

Whoooooaah

Pick up the pieces