Pieces

And it all winds up
Getting tired of the same thing
Cause it’s in need of a change
The face on my head
The hair on my hands is getting
Thicker
So i suggest we go to bed
And sleep until we forget
Until we can’t ignore
What’s gone on
And what i’ve done so far
Isn’t any better
So i might change my dress
And you might feel the same
Cause there’s pieces of me that won’t do a thing
And you can’t measure it all
Cause the smallest things
Are infinitely larger than you think
The whole things on the brink of nothing at all
It just doesn’t work
So i might change my dress
And you might feel the same
Cause there’s pieces of me that won’t do a thing
And my mouth changes size
With the size of the parks
Inspire confidence
They’re beginning to fuse
Reversing the poles
I won’t hear a word in your language
So i might change my dress
And you might feel the same
And i might change my dress
And you might feel the same
Cause there’s pieces of me that won’t do a thing