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| "Going to Pieces" | |
| words & music by Erica Rowell additional words by Leila Walker After another try at a relationship, this time long-distance, I called it off when I saw the same disingenuous, hurtful m.o. That's not my style. Thank god for music. there she goes, she's picking up the pieces heaven knows she stacks them one by one she's so sure she don't believe in jesus but she gets down on her knees she always wants to please she thinks she can believe but she doesn't know what peace is going to pieces painting by numbers, she's good with her hands, she's art inside the lines, muted colors lack the spark still running round, running scared, running in circles chaotic modern art she starts, she stops, she starts she's flailing in the dark from her sclerotic heart going to pieces she steals a pass, she runs, she scores, it's a game what she calls love, she's always dousing out the flame gets her coffee with schadenfreude she plots, she points, she schemes her schema makes you scream she's too afraid to dream she's bursting at the seams going to pieces she's hiding in the dark lying in the park spurting out the spark shucking on a lark you've seen her before falling on the floor asking again for more then slamming shut the door © Erica Rowell. 2007. All rights reserved. |
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