
Picking Up Pieces Blue October
На этой странице вы найдете полный текст песни "Picking Up Pieces" от Blue October. Lyrxo предлагает вам самый полный и точный текст этой композиции без лишних отвлекающих факторов. Узнайте все куплеты и припев, чтобы лучше понять любимую песню и насладиться ею в полной мере. Идеально для фанатов и всех, кто ценит качественную музыку.

[Verse 1]
I really need to talk with you
I keep stepping on the vein
That keeps my lifeline flowing through
I wanna be your perfect stick of glue
But I don't feel perfect at all
Sad and insecure flaw
I find it hard to hold conversations
I get sweaty, sick, and I wanna walk away
No, it's not you; it's strictly me in this situation
But I'm wondering, will it ever go away?
Just go away, still
[Pre-Chorus]
Sometimes, I feel like weeping
Awake and when I'm sleeping
Perfecting how to put a game face on
And this puzzle I've been keeping
Has been in hiding, creeping out the closet door
Spilling out onto the floor
[Chorus]
How long will I be picking up pieces?
How long will I be picking up my heart?
[Verse 2]
Listen...
I'll be as honest as I feel
I'm getting more paranoid 'cause 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
I'm scared of death, I'm scared of living
I gave up on the past 'cause it's unforgiving
I misplaced my trust, I watched my word begin to rust
I'm that balloon about to bust
I need a place for reliving, still
I really need to talk with you
I keep stepping on the vein
That keeps my lifeline flowing through
I wanna be your perfect stick of glue
But I don't feel perfect at all
Sad and insecure flaw
I find it hard to hold conversations
I get sweaty, sick, and I wanna walk away
No, it's not you; it's strictly me in this situation
But I'm wondering, will it ever go away?
Just go away, still
[Pre-Chorus]
Sometimes, I feel like weeping
Awake and when I'm sleeping
Perfecting how to put a game face on
And this puzzle I've been keeping
Has been in hiding, creeping out the closet door
Spilling out onto the floor
[Chorus]
How long will I be picking up pieces?
How long will I be picking up my heart?
[Verse 2]
Listen...
I'll be as honest as I feel
I'm getting more paranoid 'cause 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
I'm scared of death, I'm scared of living
I gave up on the past 'cause it's unforgiving
I misplaced my trust, I watched my word begin to rust
I'm that balloon about to bust
I need a place for reliving, still
Комментарии (0)
Минимальная длина комментария — 50 символов.