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I wake and piece myself together
Seems like I slept through class and the past two years, whatever
I'll pack my things fat lady sings, I'll be gone
Hit the road with some boxes of stuff
With my box of things I can piece myself wherever
But I can't hold to everything, what am I meant to keep?
We had to piece her back together
Rummaging through old photographs and letters
Gather artifacts from days before
She walked with a cane, and memories waned
Eulogies can pick and choose the better
Will I remember everything? What am I meant to keep?
Pieced together
What am I meant to keep
Pieced together
Who's gonna keep me
What am I meant to keep?
We're made from fragments of each other
Patchwork people stitched from friends and lovers
Stop looking for the real you, as if you knew how to recognize yourself
The whole is just the sum of the parts
If you lose someone does that part of your get smothered?
Will I hold on to all of you? What am I meant to keep?
Will I hold on to all of you? Who's gonna keep me?
Will I remember everything? What am I meant to keep?