Pieces Of Me

And what’s the deal here?

You gonna sing to me so sweetly like a

Choir dressed in black?

And I’ll be watching my own sacrifice

Before working out there is no god,

Unless he likes his leather chair

And a nice big fat cigar.

And I’m not real here.

Shall I say it way too many times before

You’re sick of it?

And after, my way out will bring you back,

Before I work out how to breathe,

Unless I just forgot for a while,

Under all these pillows.

Or do I just envy her too much?

When all the world is laughing at the joke

That we found funny years ago.

Did you ever think that maybe

There are pieces of me you’ve never seen?

Maybe she’s just pieces of me you’ve never seen?