Picking Up The Pieces

Oh don't mind me

I'm just picking up the pieces,

Cleaning up the mess.

The one that you left here

Saying it was for the best.

Yeah I'm just picking up the pieces.

You know it's what I like to do

'cause it wasn't so long ago,

That I was picking up the pieces of you.

Picking up your pieces

Off of the cold hard floor.

It's hard to see through broken glass,

And harder still to hold

'cause the edges are so very sharp.

Picking up the pieces,

Of my heart that you tore.

And when they're finally put together,

Don't you dare come back for more.

I'm gonna

Pick up these pieces

And lay them to rest.

And the fact that you're gone,

Doesn't make them mean any less.

That's right I was picking up your pieces,

Off of that cold hard floor.

But it's hard to see through broken glass

And harder still to hold.

'cause the edges are so, so very sharp.

And they cut so deep,

That it still bleeds from time to time.

So when you go,

I hope you're ready to be on your own.

I hope you know,

Just how much you meant to me.

I gave you everything I could and more,

But now you've gone and closed that door.

And I'm still here,

just picking up the pieces.