Pick up the Pieces - Eve 6

Your mother saved your medals

She put them in a box in a room

Basket bass and footballs

Plastic creatures from the county zoo

She thinks about you often

She has no idea you’re rotten

All the colours have run off and you have been exposed

Now let me do the talking

(Chorus)

With a hymn and a secret

Hid beneath a broken heart

Can you start to pick up the pieces?

A hymn and a secret

Love beneath the bleacher when

Bound for the head

Pick up the pieces

Blessed by your genetics

You possess a certain aesthetic charm

Something’s disconnected

And your quite capable of causing harm

Your malice is volcanic

Your insecurity titanic

Your mood is always manic and I do suppose

This masquerade’s become a habit

(Chorus, repeat)