Pieces of You - Chris Carmack

The holes in the wall behind the picture that You hung

The one with our mouths gaping open wide frozen in a song unsung

Tell their Own sad story of time

something I held that was never Mine

'n' I cant bring Myself to patch them up

Sugars on the counter because You took Your coffee sweet

Carpets on the floor 'cos You hate the feeling of the cold against Your feet

In My bed, your not there

I smell a faded memery of Your hair

'n' I cant bring Myself to wash the sheets

Too many pieces of you

Too many pieces to hold on to

Could We put them back together?

Hang this picture on the wall?

The holes are there to hang it

'N' I'll be here if You call

I'll be here if You call

Well My mind...

Keeps rattling round

The love We had at the start

I could cry... but it

It only reminds me

Of the tears You used to break My heart

Oh...

There was

Too many pieces of you

Too many pieces to hold on to

Could We put them back together?

Hang this picture on the wall?

The holes are there to hang it

'N' I'll be here if You call

I'll be here if You call

I'll be here if You call

I'll be here if You call

I'll be here if You call