Pieces

There are pieces of our life we hold on
Some are old and some are young
When along comes the wind and takes over again
Some of those pieces are gone
Some of them are gone

We hold out for something we don't need
And we spend until we ain't free
At the end of the day we get carried away
We don't care what we've come to be
What have we come to be?

Oh the weight of the world feels like a backpack
I don't remember putting on
And I'm caught somewhere in between what's out there
And wanting to be home

When does a day turn into weeks?
The clock I knew is changing speeds
My heart grows cold as my parents get old
I'm still the boy on their knee
Who am I supposed to be?

Oh the weight of the world feels like a backpack
I don't remember putting on
And I'm caught somewhere in between what's out there
And wanting to be home
Oh the weight of the world feels like a backpack
I can't remember putting on
And I'm caught somewhere in between what's out there
And wanting to be home



Credits
Writer(s): Cassidy Harris, Jacob Carpenter
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