Pieces of You - Ben Sollee

well, I wish I could keep every piece of you

all the lies and the truths

all the trophies from your youth

the phone you used to call me on

I would put them all up on my shelf

just to be close to you

and I wrote your name on the empty bottle of wine

all the kisses in the parks

our first christmas lights

silver cone for your short black hair

I would put each one in a box

just to have you near to me

some people just see a pile of junk

they dont know that its pieces of

pieces of you

but I’d trade it all just to have you here by my side

hear your laugh one more time

feel your hand holding mine

see that hungry look in your eyes

I would hide your keys so you couldn’t drive

then you’d still be here with me

some people just see a pile of junk

they dont know that its pieces of

pieces of you