Pick Up the Pieces

It's feeling unclear to me how we are gonna be friends
I read it in a magazine, oh "everything wonderful ends"
A whisper of a tragedy then suddenly everything changed
I struggle to control my thoughts oh I am so deranged
I'm feeling so deranged

You
You bring out the worst in me
So don't come through
We're broken and honestly I don't need
To pick up the pieces anymore

I wanna go and find myself on the streets under neon lights
I'll smoke another cigarette, do everything you don't like
I wanna wear pointed shoes and leather tied up with strings
I wanna let down my hair and trash my precious things
Fuck my precious things

You
You bring out the worst in me
So don't come through
We're broken and honestly I don't need
To pick up the pieces anymore

You
You bring out the worst in me
So don't come through
We're broken and honestly I don't need
To pick up the pieces anymore
Ooh ah oh
Pick up the pieces anymore
Ooh ah ah
Pick up the pieces anymore



Credits
Writer(s): Chloe O'brien
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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