He's in pieces again.
And trying to put himself back together.
I kind of stumbled into this chorus.
But I think I like it.
Pick Up the Pieces
pick up the pieces
i'm falling apart on the couch
i'm under the brick of the house
i have to pretend i'm okay
i know everyone is broken
i know you don't know that yet
i know my head's full of too much conversation
i'm talking to someone that isn't there
if there's one thing i've learned
it's that some kind of paper are
more satisfying to rip into pieces
and some people are too
and it's not about having all the answers
it's about the questions you ask as you go