In Pieces

I was with you, with you, with you
Guns in hands and eyes in hearts
Eyes on hours
I could follow
What you needed from the start
Years and years I roamed
Without a face
I can’t hold you with my faith
I can’t breathe
I can’t relate
Does it sound like goodbye?
Does it?

Does it sound like goodbye enough
Cause it’s the end
And it’s just rough
We have worn it out to death
And it just stumbled with our heads
I was using, using, using
Oh! My head under my heart
Such a fucked up alphabet
You screwed me up
And now you got

The least of me
Least of me
What is it now
What you dreamed of
I just drank
The last sip of you
The last sip of you
The stronger you get now
The fire you brought me in
The lies that you told me how to say, oh

Would you do it anyway?
Would I do it once again, no
Would I do you once again, no
Would I do
What would I do

If I turned back in time
If I could read your mind
If I tried it once again
Would it be the same?
Would it
Would it
Would it be the same?
Would it
Would it
Would you cut me in pieces. pieces
Would. would you do what you’re doing, doing
Would you cut me in pieces, pieces, ooh
Would you do what you’re doing

If I turned back in time
If I could read your mind
If I tried it once again
Would it be the same?
Would it
Would it be the same?
Would it