Picking Up Pieces
Blue October
Approaching Normal (2009)

I really need to talk with you.
I keep stepping on the vein
that keeps my lifeline flowing through.
I wanna be your perfect stick of glue.
But I don't feel perfect at all,
Sad and insecure flaw.
Yeah, I find it hard to hold conversations.
I get sweaty sick and I wanna walk away.
No, it's not you, it's strictly me in this situation.
But, I'm wondering will it ever go away...just go away, still.

Sometimes I feel like weeping
Awake and when I'm sleeping.
Perfecting how to put a game face on.
And this puzzle I've been keeping
has been in hiding creeping
out the closet door
spilling out onto the floor.

How long will I be picking up pieces?
How long will I be picking up my heart?

Listen, I'll be as honest as I feel.
I feel like I'm getting more paranoid
Cuz I'm hearing things and they never turn out real.
It feels like my heart is made of pure steel.
It's just so heavy all the time.
I'm scared of death and I'm scared of living.
Shit, I gave up on the past cause it's unforgiving.
I misplaced my trust.
I watched my world begin to rust.
I'm that balloon about to bust.
I need a place for reliving still.

Sometimes I feel like weeping
Awake and when I'm sleeping.
Perfecting how to put a game face on.
And this puzzle I've been keeping
has been in hiding creeping
out the closet door
spilling out onto the floor.

How long will I be picking up pieces?
How long will I be picking up my heart?
Be picking up my heart?
Be picking up my ha, ha, ha, ha
Be picking up my ha, ha, ha, ha
Be picking up my heart

How long (in another space and time)
Keep picking up pieces
In the corner of my mind
How long (it's getting oh so hard to find)
Keep picking up pieces
In the corner of my mind
Come on

But still walk on