Puzzle Pieces - Saint Motel

I g-g-g-g-gotta say

Honestly, when you look at me

It’s like a gun goes off, deep inside of me

I can hardly move

I can barely breathe, near your features

The t-t-t-t-t-t-t-trouble is

It’s just so obvious

I still see all the lines, of surgery remnants

Where you cut away

Left your flaws behind, in the ether

Face of puzzle pieces

That don’t fit together

Puzzle Pieces

That don’t fit together

It’s never right

But you just can’t move on

You can’t decide

Take away or put on

Your design

But you won’t stop working

A masterpiece

In the flesh, it’s your puzzle

It’s your puzzle

It’s yours

The doctor’s hands

Carry out the plans

To take you all apart and put you back again

Your face is canvas

And your own body serves, as your easel

It’s just so hard to quit

When you’re hooked on it

You’re just a junkie craving one more plastic fix

Keep you up to date

With all the latest trends, of the seasons

Face of puzzle pieces

That don’t fit together

Puzzle Pieces

That don’t fit together

It’s never right

But you just can’t move on

You can’t decide

Take away or put on

Your design

But you won’t stop working

A masterpiece

In the flesh, it’s your puzzle

It’s your puzzle

It’s yours